Will stands on the placid street, facing the curb.
It's fall. Will is sixteen years old, an artfully bedraggled burnout kid.
he winces and shields his eyes from the glare of the sun. The object of his rapt attention is a battered living room set, abandoned curb side by its former owners. There is a fetid-looking leather recliner, a chrome-edged coffee table, and a tasteless latchhooked rug featuring a roaring tiger.
It starts with a chair.
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It's a chair in the other boys house, the one where he always sits, his legs spread wide and his hands braced on the armrests, his gaze fixed on Will as the brunette approaches. The chair's high back forms a perfect frame for the dark haired boys thin shoulders, the leather grain almost obscured by the sweat that coats his skin. His jeans are halfway down his thighs, the fabric damp and clinging to his hips, and beneath them Will can see the weak muscles of the other boys abdomen flex and writhe as he moves.
Will remembers it so clearly, the raven haired boy panting and gasping beneath him, his hands fisting in the soft leather as he came.
"Do you know how long I've wanted this?" The boy had asked
"Yeah." Will gasped.
"Wizard." The boy had chuckled.
Chester barks, jarring Will back to reality.
"Quiet, Chester. Hey, shut your gob for a second, okay?"
Chester runs across the yard, avoiding from the abandoned living room set.
Will sighs as he takes a swig from an absurdly oversized carton of orange juice and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
The sun is high overhead now, the air warm and sticky with humidity. He glances back at the abandoned living room set, trying to ignore the growing ache in his gut; it's like it's taunting him.
He takes another swig of orange juice, the sweetness cloying on his tongue. The juice was another one of those stupid ideas; he just wanted something to do with his hands, something to distract him from the fact that he's standing here, in his pyjamas, on a Saturday morning, with no real reason to be anywhere in particular.
The drugstore is only a few blocks away, a nondescript building wedged between a beauty salon and a dry cleaner's. The parking lot is nearly empty, save for a couple of cars idling at the pumps and a group of teenage girls clustered around a parked SUV, giggling and fussing over their makeup.
Will steps inside, squinting against the harsh fluorescent lighting. The air is thick with the scent of cheap cologne and stale cigarettes. He makes his way down the first aisle, scanning the shelves for what he needs. The clerk, also known as Jennifer, sneers at Will from behind the counter. She wears a bright polyester uniform vest and chunky hoop earrings.
"Well, well. If it isn't Byers the Crime Dog! Back for another test?" She jokes, nodding toward the display of pregnancy tests behind Will. "Or maybe you're just looking for some more orange juice this time?"
Will sighs, and runs a hand through his ruffled hair.
"I think the last one was defective. The plus sign looked more like a division sign."
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Anyone Else but You
Fanfiction⭑ When precocious teen Will byers becomes pregnant, he chooses a failed rock star and his wife to adopt his unborn child. Complications occur when Henry(ew), the prospective father, begins viewing Will as more than just the birther of his future chi...
