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thirty five. beating of his heart!

( REAL LIFE! )
( THIRTY FIVE! )

MIKE'S HEART WASN'T nearly beating as fast he thought it would. He had only known Eddie Kaspbrak for a few years, and really considered him a dear friend. And a friend pushing another way for nothing hurt. So confronting said friend should have been difficult, in his opinion. His hands should have been shaking, sweat racing down his temples and his voice breaking.

But it wasn't.

Because his hope that Eddie realized how stupid he was being outweighed the negativity, the obvious choice others would have chosen on nerve. It took the boy a while to navigate the Kaspbrak house based on the messily written directions Beverly had given him, but eventually he found it.

He clutched another note in his hand, the Plan B. But Mike had a feeling that Eddie would not listen to his words without slamming the door in his face, so he counted it as the plan A.

The house had a green beautiful lawn that flourished with something that radiated health. Mike was shocked at how normal the house itself looked, though. It had a bit of rust creeping up it's white painted walls and leaves sprawled across the porch. For the amount of cleanliness Eddie ordered, his house was surprisingly ordinary.

The black haired boy wasn't very sure what he had expected the building to look like, but a dirty, slightly messy exterior was not one of the things. He clambered up the steps of the porch, a tiny voice in his head screaming that this plan was stupid.

It kind of was. After all, Eddie had trusted his darkest secrets and let loose with the losers. And suddenly, some girl makes him abandon all those bonds in the snap of a finger? It made Mike's stomach churn with disgust someone would ever do that. The disgust harbored more for Myra, although. She was a manipulative person, and even though Mike had only met her once and never caught her actually lying, he knew she was one to avoid.

And it was a shame it was Eddie she had to get her claws on. Because Mike knew (even though he would never say) that Eddie trusted too easily. He wanted to have friends, and the slightest hint of kindness made him go wild with affection. It wasn't his fault Myra was using this love to twist him away.

Mike just wanted to know why she was doing it. Obviously, she didn't care for Eddie or she would have not done things that hurt him. So what was her motive? Entertainment? Mike doubted that. But there it was again, that little voice rooted deep  in his brain giving the banished thought he could never bring himself to ponder any longer.

Maybe Myra did care for Eddie, and this web of lies and twisted tales was he way of making him all hers.

He pushed the thought away rather easily. It being much simpler to imagine Myra as a terrible, evil witch with no motives then a ill intentioned human.

The brown skinned boy shuffled uncomfortably in place before taking in a deep breath and straightening his shirt. He gathered his courage, or what was left of it as this point, and knocked on the door. The silence was dreadful, not even a sound emitting from inside the house or the entire street.

His eyes darted across the street momentarily, before he turned around and knocked again. This time, he could hear a faint sound of shuffling from inside the flat, followed by a hollering yell that almost made him jump back in fright. "Eddie, get the door!"

Mike gripped the note even tighter, his nerves on edge. Silence again.

"I am, mom!" A muffled voice broke the silence, and yet somehow made Mike feel even worse. He could hear the sounds of Eddie's footsteps trail to the door. The next sound that loses the enigma of Mike's fear was the sound of the creaking door knob, slowly turning to open the door.

And with a slam of a door being opened rather violently, there he was. Eddie Kaspbrak. His features seemed to be much more enhanced due to the atmosphere between the two of them. His freckles stuck out more as the boy stood perfectly still, his brown eyes stuck to Mike's. His hair seemed to almost look as if it had been plastered down flat even more, or perhaps it was the fact Mike never had really stared at Eddie so intoey as he did now.

The lack of noise was suffocating.

Eddie's hands were trembling, stuck to the side of his red pollo shirt. He looked paralyzed with fright. The height difference did not positively contribute to the environment either, as Mike towered at a 5'9 and Eddie stood at a meek 5'2.

Mike didn't even think before he blurted our, "Before you say anything, you don't have to talk to us if you don't want to, Eddie." His words were almost crystal clear, as if he had been practice them for days. The brunette in front of him opened his mouth to say something, nasty probably from the look on his face. But Mike interrupted his words by shoving the paper called plan b into his chest. Eddie clumsily caught the crumbled paper. "Just read the note."

"We care for you," Mike started again, his words not showing a sign of slowing down. Eddie pursed his lips, that rude look still plastered on his face as he gripped the note with a odd amount of strength, "and if you're going through something, we'll be th—"

The door unexpectedly slammed close. Mike wasn't sure if what was going on on the other side of the door. Maybe Eddie was angry from not being able to yell at Mike like he obviously had planned. Maybe he felt sad, the emotions of cutting each of his friends of catching up to him. Maybe he had ripped the note in half, not caring to see the words written on it.

Mike hoped all those thoughts stayed as maybes, and that Eddie Kaspbrak was questioning his actions as he read the letter.

He hoped.

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i was going to post this in a few hours but i couldn't wait smh so here you go