Blueberry Boy

Prologue

A/N: Love you Han

Will, obviously, was special. Not in the way you would think though. He was considered special, just like someone like me would be considered 'weird'; well, I am, but that doesn't matter. He was a nice boy; at least his friend, Max, thought so. He didn't seem to have any other friends, considering he never hung out with anyone but her. The one thing that stood out about the Byers boy was that he never ate anything but blueberries. At least, no one had seen him eating anything else. Many people, if they ever saw him, would call him Blueberry Boy, simply because of this rumor. Now, obviously, I haven't been lucky enough to see his face and, let's be honest, someone who's friend considers him 'handsome, but I'm not into him' or 'cutie', 'angel' or even 'sweet' wouldn't ever want to speak to me. Now, maybe it would be peculiar to hear someone say that about themselves in their own diary, but I am. You'll probably put this down if you knew I wrote this, but I'm Mike Wheeler, biggest nerd in school. At least that's what Troy says. But maybe Max is correct. Maybe Will was a cutie. Guess I'll just have to see.

It's free period. look up from where I am standing and see a boy, with beautiful brown eyes  and a bowl cut in a Dungeons and Dragons jumper. Next to him was Max, in her normal jeans and red jacket. He was holding onto a clear tub, which was full to the brim with blueberries. This was, undoubtedly, the 'Blueberry Boy' I have heard many things about.  He seemed to look as if he was carefree; as if he was a bird flying delicately at tremendous heights through the crisp December air we are having in Hawkins. Nothing I had ever seen looked as cute as the Byers boy; not even my baby sister Holly. I saw him across the field under the orange tree that wouldn't bear any fruits until the first sign of Spring; when the cold air starts to warm up a little, giving you a warm feeling, when the white sky turns into the most beautiful shades of blue and when the small bird that seemed to represent the Byler boy came back; its wings a shade of brown like his hair, and was fragile-looking, but no one would expect if he had another side.