{TW: Homophobic slur}
Third Person POV:
He had to get stitches.
The procedure was short, it didn't last longer than a few minutes. But the numbing injection made his head feel strange, and they had to cover it with a bandage.
But once it was done, it was done, and Mike and Nancy were in the car.
"How's it feeling?" Nancy says as she starts the car.
Mike glares out the window, pressing the ice pack they gave him to his head. "Like shit," He says. "And it's so obvious, my friends will ask what happened."
"Just tell them what I told the nurses," Nancy says. "You fell on your skateboard."
Mike scoffs. "I don't fall on my skateboard," He says with an eye roll. "And I definitely don't fall hard enough to get stitches for it."
"It's the only lie I could think of on the spot," Nancy says.
"Why couldn't you have said I got run over by a car or something more interesting than falling off a skateboard?" Mike complains. "It's so lame." His eyes widened a fraction. "Wait, what will Mom and Dad think when they see my stitches?"
Nancy bit her lip in thought. "Don't you have some of those beanies and hoodies?" She asks.
"Yeah, do you think they'll work?" Mike says, biting his lip in thought as well. No matter how the two siblings said they were different, they were still siblings with many similar habits. "God, this is so annoying."
The older Wheeler nodded, and they stayed silent the rest of the ride home.
...
"Do you have it?" Mike questions, staring at the one and only Eddie Munson. They were meeting deep in the woods. Mike's cigarettes ran out yesterday, and it was obvious on his face.
Eddie nods, pulling out Mike's usual. Mike grabbed it as quickly as he could without being rude.
"Got the money, Wheeler?" Eddie questions, holding his hand out. Mike pulled out the correct amount of money and dropped it in Eddie's open palm. "Great, always a pleasure doing business with you."
Mike nodded, stuffing the drugs in the inside pocket of his jacket. "Yep, see you some other time," He says.
Eddie gives him a funny salute, before walking off, leaving Mike alone in the woods. Mike pulled out a lighter and a new cigarette, and started smoking, sighing out puffs of smoke each time he breathed.
A notification dinged from his phone, and he pulled it out.
Karen
Where are you?
Mike rolled his eyes as he placed the cigarette between his teeth, typing.
You
Just hanging w/ friends. are you home?
He tugged slightly on his beanie, even though he knew it was fine looking. His friends only asked a few questions, but he was able to deflect them. Will gave him a concerned look the whole day, though.
Karen
Come back right now!
Mike sighed, before taking the cigar out of his mouth and pressing it against a nearby tree, before throwing it in a small trash bag he has in his other inside pocket of his jacket.
You
Alright, I'm coming.
He stuffed his hands into his pocket and walked out of the forests, taking a deep breath. Fall was slowly turning to winter, it was already really chilly out. His jacket made him nice and warm, as did his hat. But his cheeks and the tip of his nose were rosy red from the cold.
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Useless || Mike Wheeler Fanfic ||
Fiksi Penggemar|Modern AU, No Monsters| Mike is what most people would call a 'normal' seventeen year old boy. Mediocre grades, hanging out with his friends more than studying like he should, staying up way too late and staying asleep for too long and ending up be...
