This book is supposed to be an au, my pre-mature mindset did not really know of such terms when I started this fic. This is set around a few months after season two so they're 13ish coming 14 for some of them (I think).
Mike
The day had gone past quicker than Mike had expected, considering all of what had taken place since yesterday morning. Though it's surprising speed that he felt towards the 6 hours of hell, the anxiety that was nagging at his brain remained constant, as if trying to drag out the hours and lengthen them, and cause even more suffocating emotion to rage through the day. But its effect was opposite, the hours flew past, all consumed by one question, who had given him the note?
"Mike! Are you even listening to me?" Dustin shouted to him from across the street as they rise their bikes home, as everyday.
"Yeah, yeah I am. Carry on." Mike muttered, changing gear as they approached a hill.
"Well, I'm not convinced so I'm going to repeat myself, what you did today was beyond the barrier of stupidity and insanity."
"Yeah, but I still kicked his ass."
"He could've easily had yours though." Lucas snarked, "You got lucky man. I'm surprised he didn't snitch."
Mike breathed out deeply through his nose, standing on the pedals of his bike pushing him up the hill, Dustin and Lucas following closely behind.
"He's planning something. He's gotta be." Dustin shouted from behind the two, falling back a bit from the effort of climbing the hill.
"Dustin, why do you have to make conspiracies out of everything?" Lucas shouted behind him.
"Maybe, but I'm never usually wrong though am I!"
"Usually." Lucas yelled back, pointing out what Dustin had said.
"It's a feeling! And I bet you that Will has something to do with it."
"Whatever loser. Oh and by the way, you're still in 3rd gear." Lucas said, turning the corner to his street, ignoring the insults following him from his friend.
"Son of a bitch." Dustin panted, sitting on his bike at the top of the hill. He turned to see Mike sat on his looking at something in his hands, deep in thought, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.
"What ya got there?" Dustin asked him, trying to create conversation, which the pair had little of over the past two days.
Mike didn't respond, just held it out for Dustin to see.
There was nothing but silence between the two for a while. It was a note, the note Mike had received in class that day. Dustin furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Mike confused as to why his friend would show this to him.
"Do you recognise it?"
"What?"
"The handwriting."
"Oh... maybe, I just- I'm not sure..."
"Oh just spit it out already, who could it be?"
Dustin let out a long sigh, handing the slightly crumpled note back to Mike, who immediately stuffed it back into his pocket, and went back to his bike laying disregarded on the grass beside the road. He picked his bike up, a look of what Mike could only decide to be dread upon his face.
"The handwriting..." Dustin looked up from the ground, seating himself on his bike. He looked into Mike's eyes, "it's Will's."
Not allowing Mike enough time to process this information to be able to retaliate, Dustin pushed off the pavement and rode quickly down the hill, not looking back or slowing down. But the shouts he had expected to follow, never came.
Mike just sat atop of the hill, frozen.
His train of thought had stopped- no, it had fallen off the rails.
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Ok so this is really short, so short it makes me cringe but I'm trying to update tonight and that'll be my average of 1.5k words ok thank you love you have a good day
