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Mike Wheeler sat in his seat on the breakfast table that Friday morning. His hair curling around his freckled cheeks while he just stared down at his breakfast. His eyes glistened as he was in deep thought while he just looked at his food. Mike never usually drowned in deep thought, but it had been a month ago since the finding of Will Byers.
Mike had something on his mind that he could not fix. It was the girl that he had met that day. Why would he care about her? He didn't really know why or how, it just happened. He wanted to talk to her, he just needed to.
"Mike, are you going to eat your breakfast?" Nancy snickered, snapping Mike out of his daze. Mike looked up at Nancy before glaring at her with furrowed brows.
"It's not like I have a test that shows the human anatomy of a male," Mike muttered in annoyance, stabbing his scrambled eggs with a fork before eating them. He could feel a smirk forming on his face at the gasp of anger that escaped Nancy's mouth. He didn't dare look at her because if he did, he would certainly laugh. As revenge, Nancy kicked him in the ankle, which Mike sent one back with love.
Mike finished his breakfast after five minutes, placing his things in the sink before walking towards the basement door that was in between the living room and the kitchen with a small wooden door. He gently opened the door, hearing the door creak slightly before he gently walked down the stairs, hoping that his family wouldn't hear him go down to the basement.
He gently walked down the steps, his feet finally touching the basement floor that was their hangout. He went towards the fort, seeing his supercom that he had left there after the night before. Would she even hear him? He thought quietly in his head, his mind becoming filled with doubt that she would never be there.
The fort was very nice, tall chairs helped support the fort with had its' shelter under the wooden desk. Small, colored Christmas lights helped light up inside the fort with its pretty colors, that made the quilt over the fort look so much prettier than it was without them. Pillows and blankets were tucked onto the corner of the wall, making it much more of a resting place than a child fort.
Mike sat down inside the fort, grabbing the supercom from in front of him. His eyes stared at the super-com for a while, wondering if he should do this. He needed to talk to her because he knew that somehow she could find people and maybe she could find the Lost Children that Will had spoken of or he was just crazy.
Last night, something had happened. He hadn't been the same since last night because he had dreamed he had seen her. He really did. He didn't know how, but maybe she was trying to contact him. He had been trying to find her for weeks and nothing seemed to happen, so why did she even do it? Why would she come to him when he had been giving up on her? Mike sighed, beginning to revise what happened when she had come to him after he had fallen asleep that night.
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Mike had woken up with a jolt, letting out a gasp as his eyes opened. His let out shaky breaths, running his hands through his hair as he was trying to calm himself down. He didn't know why he was gasping for air and why he felt so weird. He felt like he was having a panic attack, but he didn't know why. Did he have a nightmare? And if he did, why would he have forgotten it so quickly?
