Comic Catastrophe; Byler ✔️

32- Trash Mouth

MIKE POV-

---- 12:12 PM ----

The ravenette kept his eyes fastened out the window, the mystical portal appearing and dispersing chaotically with no rhyme or reason; oddly beautiful. Yet remained nonsensical, knowing explaining it to his peers would only make him appear manic. They would all think he was crazy!

His eyes never left the purple portal but no one else seemed to notice it scanning the room; the teacher continued teaching the material while students took notes; none disturbed from the rays illuminating them. Was this a dream? Sure seemed as such!

Pinching his cheeks, the boy felt his touch. The small amount of pain caused by the pinch ensure him this was not a dream. But why would he see that and why now? Nothing else would suggest this was a supernatural place... But Mike thought back to a week ago, when the curly haired boy suddenly barged into the room screaming about something similar: although that was UFO'S... could it be related? Surely not, right?

Mike ruffled his hair not noticing when the lesson had ended. The teacher already left the room for lunch. The ravenette didn't want to get up from his desk, not until he was sure what that thing in the sky was, but reluctantly looked up seeing his friends crowd his desk.

"Are you okay?" The brunette questioned scrunching his face

"Y-yep!" Mike answered, deciding to speak to Dustin to ask if this was the same thing as his alien crap! Lifting himself up to hear the chair scrape against the floor the party skipped to the cafeteria. The group jested with bright smiles on their faces, reaching the food court and taking a seat on the table; in three's the group got their food, saving the space for the others.

First Max, El and Dustin brought their lunch, returning after a few quick minutes allowing the remaining boys to wait in line to pick a meal lined out practically like a buffet; many assortments of food decorated perfectly to set the mood of the cafeteria. Mike did everything on autopilot: buying his lunch along with Lucas and Will until they reached the tables again, trays in hand.

The group began eating, light-heartedly making conversations as the ravenette contributed nothing using the whole lunch fastening his eyes on the small boy. But this time it wasn't a look of endearment, rather remembering a conversation he overheard the other day:

As he thought back to over a week ago; from what he heard the curly haired boy rampaged around the class about aliens. He remembered walking into high school that day; it was a Friday morning, and the weather was mellow as the spring weather transition to a summer's day; the ravenette slumped through the halls making his way over to the classroom as two figures charged toward him.

He could spot who they were; seeing Will in front dragging a confused Dustin behind him, aggressively passing him on the way. He was perplexed but decided to raise an arm exchanging formalities but before a reply they already passed, causing him to scoff rolling his eyes slugging a few more steps at how rude that was.

Before he was able to enter the class, he stopped dead in his tracks. The situation coming off as very suspicious deciding to follow them; after all, the rapidly changing Will was at the height of his suspicion at that time, thinking he would allow Will a chance but this event placing a doubt in his mind.

Turning around, carefully keeping his distance from the two boys, he trailed the pair to the familiar rooftop that he had spent many afternoons in peace listening to music, to reflect on life and to sleep during the busy school day. Deliberately, he leaned on the door frame cracking the door slightly ajar so he could hear the conversation between the two. Wanting to understand what was so secretive? Very suspicious indeed!