The other Mayfield (Will Byers X Reader)

006. will the wise part 2

I arrived just in time to see Mike getting off his bike, heading toward Will's. I called out before he could leave.

"MIKE!" I yelled. He turned, annoyed.

"Y/N? What are you doing here? You should probably go home," he said, his tone sharp.

"Why? I want to see if Will is okay. You guys told me your secret... everything. So why not?" I pressed.

Mike gave a small huff and shook his head, clearly frustrated. "We shouldn't have told you. You shouldn't be involved in this."

"Why not? Do you hate me and Max? Or Is it just because you don't want us in the party?" I asked.

He clenched his jaw, avoiding my eyes. "Look, it's complicated. Just... stay out of it, okay?"

I stepped closer. "Mike, I'm not going anywhere. I want to help."

He let out a sharp sigh, rubbing the back of his neck, irritation written across his face. "I get it. Just... don't make this harder than it already is."

He walked towards the house, frustration clear on his face.

I followed after him, ignoring his sharp words and clipped tone. He noticed me approaching and opened his mouth, clearly about to snap,

"What are you—"

I cut him off with a quick knock on the door. Mike froze, caught mid-sentence, as the door swung open and Joyce appeared.

"Hey, Mike..." she said, blinking at us, her gaze briefly lingering on me, clearly not quite remembering my name.

"Y/N," I said, stepping forward, keeping my voice calm but firm.

"Y/N... um, now is really not the time," Joyce replied, hesitating as she glanced behind us, probably worried about how this would affect Will.

"Is he okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, trying not to sound panicked but feeling the tension coil in my chest.

Joyce's expression softened, but there was still a hint of worry in her eyes. "...You know, he's just... not feeling really well. But I'll tell him you stopped by, okay?"

Something clicked in my brain, and I leaned slightly forward, urgency in my voice. "It's about the shadow monster, isn't it?"

Joyce's eyes widened, a mixture of shock and concern flashing across her face. "How do you know abo—"

"They told me," I interrupted quickly, glancing back at Mike for a moment, who had stopped just behind me, his jaw tight, arms crossed. "But we need to see Will. Now."

For a heartbeat, Joyce just stared at me, processing, before she nodded sharply. "Okay... come inside." She stepped back, letting us both in.

I followed her, my heart racing, a sinking feeling in my stomach. I had no idea what we were about to walk into, but something told me it wasn't going to be simple. And if only we knew just how much worse things were about to get...