~♫♫ You seem to replace your brain with your heart, You take things so hard and then you fall apart ♫♫~
3rd Person
Will draws silly little things in his notebook, barely listening to whatever the teacher is going on about. The door bursts open, and Will jumps.
"Michael! Where have you been?" The teacher belts.
"Sorry! I just. . . forgot what lesson I was in." Mike shrugged, walking over to his desk.
Mike sits down next to Will, and Will gave him a small smile.
"Hi." Will spoke quietly.
Mike hummed at him, and Will's smile faded a little bit.
"H- How are you?" Will tried to make a conversation.
"Good." Mike responded shortly.
"How was your weekend?" Will asked Mike, who let out a loud groan.
"Why do you keep speaking! I'm clearly not bothered!" Mike snapped, staring down at Will.
"O- Oh. I'm sorry." Will looked down, feeling embarrassed.
Mike muttered something under his breath which Will couldn't quite work out, and he turned his head to the side. Will tried to hold back the tears, he hated crying. Especially in front of Mike. But he couldn't stop them. Will cried silently into his hand, occasionally letting out a small sniffle or a shakey breath.
He hated being yelled at, it reminded him of his dad.
"Alright! That's it for today. The homework will be due in next Friday! Please don't forget!" The teacher smiled, and the sound of chairs moving brought Will back to his senses.
He wiped his tears quickly, before grabbing his bag and walking out past Mike to try and find Max.
Ever since Mike and Will had drifted, Max and Will had became incredibly good friends. They would do sleepovers most weekends and they always did something after school, whether it was alone or with Lucas and Dustin. Mike and Eleven were always invited but they would barely show up.
Will walked into the canteen and gave it a quick glance, before spotting Max and Lucas sat down on their regular table. He walked over to them and began to hear their conversation.
"You're so cheesy!" Max scoffed
"Pfft I am not." Lucas rolled his eyes.
"Oh yes you are, you literally just lady and the tramped a piece of spaghetti with me!" Max sassed.
"Uh, you enjoyed it!" Lucas fired, making Max giggle.
"Whatever, you've won this time, stalker." She crossed her arms, and Will sat down next to her.
"Hi!" Lucas grinned at Will, giving him a small wave.
"Hey! I'm so glad I'm out of that stupid lesson." Will scoffed, and Max turned to look at him.
As Lucas and Will were talking, she scanned his face and realized something was off.
"Hey, why are your cheeks wet?" She muttered to Will, turning his face towards her and wiping his cheeks.
"I- I don't know. . ." Will's cheeks went red out of embarrassment.
"You've been crying. What happened?" Max demanded, and Will sighed.
"Max its nothing. I was just being sensitive." Will muttered, trying to wiggle out of her grip.
"Nope! Tell me what happened? Who am I beating up?" She gave him that look, and Will groaned.
"It's nothing!" Will tried, but Max gave him another glare.
"Fine. It was Mike." He muttered, and both Max and Lucas groaned.
"What did he do?" Lucas asked him.
"W- Well it wasn't him. . . It was more me s-" Will began, but Max cut him off.
"Will! How many times have we told you to stop blaming yourself when Mike's being a douche." Max warned him.
"Fine. I'll just say what happened." Will gave in, and Dustin sat down next to Lucas.
"What's happening?" He asked them all, his mouth filled with chocolate pudding.
"Mike made Will cry and now we are forcing him to tell us what happened." Max grinned, before turning back to Will.
"So. What happened?" She urged.
"I sat down in English, and like half way through Mike came in and sat down next to me, so I tried to talk to him." Will began to explain.
"Tried?" Dustin gave him an inquisitive look.
"Yeah, tried. I said 'Hi' to him and he didn't even give me a word answer he hummed at me. Do I asked him how is he and all he said was 'Good'. So I tried to ask him how his weekend was and he just yelled at me and got mad at me. He told me to 'Stop talking because he clearly isnt bothered.'" Will finished, and everybody's face was fuming.
"This son of a bitch! You were just being nice! And he has the nerve to yell at you. I'll kill him! I'll ki-" Max raged, slamming her hands down on the table.
"Kill who?" Mike's voice came from behind Max and Will.
Max immediately shot her head around and ordered for Mike to sit down, and El stayed attatched to his hip.
"So. Michael. How was English?" Max spoke through gritted teeth, and Mike shot a nasty glare at Will.
"Fine. Why?" Mike looked up at Max, who was that angry you could practically see the steam coming out of her ears.
"Max it's okay, please just leave it." Will spoke softly, maintaining eye contact with Mike the entire time.
"Well it wasn't fine for Will! Because somebody yelled at him when he was trying to be nice!" Max fired at Mike, who was now shooting an angry glare directly at Will.
"It's not my fault that he wouldn't get the hint that I don't want to fucking talk to him!" Mike moved his eyes to Max, who's jaw slacked at hearing Mike's response
"You can not be serious. He is your best friend, Mike! He is allowed to ask you a question!" Max spat.
"Well maybe I don't want to be his fucking best friend!"
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General Fiction"We can give him a kick in the balls! That might help him think straight!" ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Will Byers is a normal kid, at least that is what meets the eye. He is struggling a lot and it doesn't help that his 'best friend' has completely forgotten about him...
