Same Blood, Different Feelings ~OC x Will Byers~

Chapter Four: Will The Wise

Oscar was hiding in the girl's bathroom in the far corner of the school. He hugged his knees tightly as he sobbed.

He couldn't stop thinking back to the conversation he had with his mom not too long ago.

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"You're joking." Oscar breathed as he stared at his mom in horror.

She at least looked guilty, holding out the bras towards him. "Sweetie I know you don't like it, but even with the hoodies your body still has an outline..."

He took the bras in shaking hands, he felt like he could vomit.

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They were so itchy and uncomfortable.

And so fucking wrong.

It's not like he didn't want to talk about it. The bras made him feel gross and wrong and kind of hate himself and his body and he wanted nothing more than to talk to Mike or Will or anyone about how hellish he felt.

But he couldn't. Because it was weird. He couldn't talk to Mike about it and if he dared to tell the other boys he knows they would laugh.

They would laugh and tease him and Oscar honestly thinks he would die if they so much as looked in the direction of his chest.

He just wanted to stop being wrong.

The door flew open and Mike ran in. "Scar! Finally, I've been looking everywhere for you-" He froze when he saw Oscar crying. "...What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Oscar muttered, wiping his eyes quickly. "I don't want to talk about it." I can't talk about it. "What do you want, Mike?"

"You need to come see Will, he-" Mike started.

Oscar huffed. "Mike, Will and I aren't exactly speaking right now, ask someone else-"

"He's having an episode! And we can't break him out of it, not even his mom!" Mike exclaimed.

Oscar's eyes widened.

"Take me to him."

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"WILL!" Oscar was calling out to him the moment he saw him out in the field. The others looked over as he and Mike got closer. "WILL SNAP OUT OF IT!" He cried out.

Joyce reluctantly moved to give Oscar room.

He set his hands on Will's shoulders. "Will it's okay!" He insisted with worry. "We're right here. I'm right here, do you hear me?" He grabbed Will's hand. "Do you feel this?" He had Will's hand touch the bracelet. "It's the bracelet you made me. I'm right here Will, I'm right here with you." He promised.

After a few moments, Will gasped as he was suddenly back. He collapsed forward against Oscar and the two tumbled down onto their knees.

"Will!" Joyce cried out with relief, kneeling down to check on him.

Will breathed heavily, looking around with wide eyes. His eyes landed on Oscar, who was still holding him.

Oscar saw he was back and looked away from him.

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Later that evening, Mike came into their room after his shower and found Oscar throwing stuff in a box. "Hey, shower's free if you want it."

Oscar ignored him.

"...What are you doing?" Mike questioned curiously.

"Moving back in with Nancy." Oscar told him simply. "Mom already gave the okay."