Before Her | Mike Wheeler X Reader

Five

M I K E
          I picked up the walkie talkie, as I heard Dustin on the other line. "Dustin? Do you copy? Over," A few seconds passed, then a click. "Mike? Over," Dustin questioned. I sighed, looking down at (N), who was sound asleep in the small fort. "We can't just sit around! We need to find Will. Over." Dustin gasped audibly. "We can't, man. We could get into some serious trouble. Over."
          "Both sound uncool? But I think we need to find Will. Over," Lucas suddenly joined in. "I'm telling you, this is a bad idea! Unless . . ."
          "Unless?"
          "We bring (N)."

          I rode on my bike, with (N) behind me, sleeping on my back. I darted towards the forest, then get off, seeing the two boys standing there. "Hey!" I said, helping (N) get off the bike. "Let's go!" Lucas screamed, walking into the dark forest with a flashlight.
          The moon was out, and the stars were dancing around. "Where will we find him?" Dustin asked. "Who cares where, we just need to look as much as we could," Lucas muttered, scanning around him. We started walking deeper in. The dead leaves crunched under our shoes quite loudly, as we held onto our flashlights.
          "Mine's almost dead," Dustin cursed, hitting his flashlight as it flickered. Tiny droplets of water fell upon my face. I looked up, and soon, we were drenched in the sky's silent, yet deadly cries. "Shit! We gotta get back!" Dustin shrieked. (N) was shivering, her eyes widened in fear, as though . . . She's never seen rain. We heard crunches. Everyone stopped moving, looking frantically around, as (N) hid behind Dustin.
          More crunches. Definitely not from us, for we were just standing there. "Mike," (N) whispered, pulling on my sleeve. "N-Not now, (N)," I muttered, still looking around. "Mike," (N) said again. "(N), please just wait," I spat, rather impatiently.
          Crunch.
          Crunch.
          "Mike!" (N) yelled, as a boy stumbled upon us. He was drenched, and his hair was shaved. A bit shorter than (N)'s. He wore an oversized yellow shirt, as he heaved heavily. (N)'s eyes widened, as she continued to pull on my sleeve.