3rd Person
"Why don't you come and help me make dinner?" She smiles at him, and he nodded wiping his face.
He walked into the kitchen with Joyce, and she got out the spaghetti, and a pan and filled it up with hot water.
"How much do you want?" She asked him, and he held up 2 fingers with a small tap between them.
"Ah, okay. Only small today." She smiled, and he nodded.
She got him out a small portion, and then measured out some more for everybody else, and started cooking.
(Once dinner was made and everybody had sat down at the table)
Will was eating his spaghetti, having fun and slurping up the individual little pieces.
Will had finished his food, and had begin to get bored. Jonathan and El where messing around and Hopper and Joyce where telling them to be quiet.
"Mama. Dad." Will looked up at them both.
"Yeah?"
"What's up?"
"When I leave?" He asked them, and they sighed.
"Soon, kid." Hopper told him.
"When is soon." Will began to get annoyed.
"Soon is.. Whenever it's not a risk." Hopper shrugged.
"I miss pretty. When. Is. Soon." Will frowned at him.
"I don't know." Hopper looked at him.
"Been 182 days. He says 'give a sign'. I need see him." Will glares at Hopper.
"I'm not repeating this. Soon is when its not a risk."
"On day 200?"
Hopper sighed.
"On day 300?" Will got louder.
"I don't know!" Hopper groaned.
"On day 400? On day 500!?" Will yelled, and Hopper got annoyed.
"Go to your room!" He yelled at him.
"Hate you!" Will yelled, and stormed off crying, slamming his door with his mind.
Will sobbed into his bed, grabbing his tiger.
"I want see pretty. And red. And other pretty. And curly." He cried to himself, hugging his tiger.
He fell asleep, his eyes puffy and red, curled up in a ball on his bed.
About an hour later, when everybody had finished dinner and had mostly settled down for the night, Hopper walked over to Wills room.
He knocked on and started speaking.
"Hey.. Uh kid can we talk?" He spoke through the door.
No response.
"Come on, Will, just opened the door!" He groaned.
"Hop give him time! You know he's sensitive." Joyce soothed him, giving him a kiss.
Hopper sighed, and nodded.
"Your right, I'll just talk to him tomtomorrow." Hopper retreated away from the door and left.
Joyce walked into give him the other teddies he forgot in the living room.
"Goodnight baby." She whispered, and went off to bed herself.
Will had a plan.
And he was determined to go on with it, whether Hopper and Joyce liked it or not.
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General Fiction"Mike so pretty! His hair so curly!" ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Will Byers - Or '012' - is a child who was kept in the lab for most of his life, but he manages to escape it in the summer of 1985 and finds some kids around his age, but he needs severe help. Is Will goi...
