𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 ─ 𝘉𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘳

Chapter 2 - Letters

-- #3RDPERSON

It had now been a few weeks since the last phone call Mike was able to make with anybody in the Byers house hold, and he was sat now at his desk with a pen in his hand, his face scrunched up with annoyance as he looked down at the letter in front of him.

"Fuck this, what's wrong with me!" Mike scowled as he ripped the paper off of the table and threw it into his bin.

"Language!" Karen shouted from down the hallway, making Mike scowl.

"Language." He mocked, sticking his tongue out at his door.

He slammed the pen down on the desk and slumped back on his chair, scowling fiercely. He was currently trying to write letters to both Eleven and Will, but he wasn't doing very well.

When he wrote letters to Will his hand moved effortlessly, he didn't even have to think about what he was writing, it just sort of came to him. He could've wrote pages beyond pages to Will if he really wanted to.

But when it came to El, he could barely think of anything to say. He didn't know how to speak to her anymore, and it was beginning to show, which caused a horrible strain in their relationship.

He looked over at his bin which was overflowing with long paragraphs to his best friend, and he sighed and pulled them back out of the bin. He went over to his bed and pulled out a fair sized box, opening the lid carefully.

Inside contained what looked like hundreds of letters, all adressed to Will. He threw the letters from today in there and closed it hurriedly, not wanting to see the amount of pages anymore.

He shoved it back under his bed and went back over to his desk, writing a quick letter to El, barely long enough to fill the page, even when he used his biggest hand writing.

'I can't wait to see you tomorrow, or today if you're reading it when I'm already here, I'm excited!
         
From,
      Mike.'

He bit the inside of his cheek as he stared down at the piece of paper before quickly slipping it into an envelope and asking his mum if she could send it off for him. He just hoped it'd reach her in time. The post offices probably aren't even open at this time of night.

He looked over at his alarm clock which said it was 23:57 and he grumbled, he had meant to get a better nights sleep tonight but not anymore.

He got into bed and just lay there, staring at the ceiling as he thought about everything that had been happening lately. Why couldn't he say 'I love you' to El? Why were his letters to Will five times longer then his letters to Eleven? What's wrong with him?

He eventually drifted off to sleep, his mind racing with so many thoughts he couldn't even keep track of them all.

(In the morning)

Mike slapped his alarm clock, letting out an annoyed groan as the small system let out loud rings. He got up, rubbing his eyes.

"Michael you were supposed to be up 45 minutes ago! You're lucky I've already packed your suitcase for you, now go and get dressed before you miss your flight." Karen scolded as she walked in the door, hearing her sons loud groan.

Mike scoffed and got up, pulling on the outfit Max told him to put on. He wasn't entirely sure about it but she told him that's what people in California wear so she probably knows best.

He slipped on his clothes and brushed his teeth before running down the stairs, earning a snort from his mum who was stood at the door, suitcase in her hand.

"Michael. . . What are you wearing?" She tried not to laugh.

"It's called fashion. Now let's go." Mike sassed, rolling his eyes and getting in the car.

Karen just shook her head and got in the car too, putting the luggage in the boot before begining to drive off to the airport.

"You excited to see Eleven? Not seen her in a while, it'll be nice to finally see her." Karen smiled at Mike who seemed to be lost in thought.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, yeah. . . I'm excited." Mike nodded.

"You excited to see Will? I know how much you've missed him." Karen smiled softly at her son.

"Wh-. . . How did you know?" Mike looked over at her, genuinely astonished.

"Mike, I hear you try to call him every night. It's Joyce's new job, she's always on the phone." Karen explained, and Mike went red.

"Oh." He muttered, turning away from his mother to hude his red face.

Karen let out a small chuckle as she pulled into the car park of the airport. She parked up and got out of the car, helping her son get his luggage out of the car boot.

"I'm gonna miss you, y'know." Karen looked up at Mike.

"I'll miss you too." Mike smiled weakly at his mother.

"Call me as soon as you can, okay?" Karen asked him, Mike sighing softly and just nodding his head.

"I will." Mike nodded as he pursed his lips determinedly.

"Thank you, have fun. And don't forget to call me!" Karen englufed her sun in a big hug, and Mike grinned.

"I'll try." He joked, and Karen let out a small laugh.

She waved her son off as he ventured into the airport, looking down at the small picture of him and Will in his wallet to stop him from getting too nervous.

". . .He's definitely going to forget."

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