One boy with a remarkable, unbelievable tale.
ALTHOUGH ITS BASED OFF OF SEASON 2... I WILL NOT BE MAKING IT THE SAME.
Mike Wheeler x Will Byers
Possible trigger warnings
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If psychological colour charts could explain his daily emotions, he'd be stuck with black and red. Maybe even throw in a little mix of pink anytime Michael Wheeler snuck inside of his first floor bedroom window at 3am as 13 year olds to hang out when he was bored and couldn't sleep.
He was never one to believe in zodiac signs either. But anytime he seen those little zodiac sign pages in restaurants or inside of the weekly, Thursday news paper, he'd read his own out of curiosity. It said he was an outgoing person and it had him laughing. How could somebody be outgoing if they were silent and kept to themselves?
Sure he was friendly. Hell, maybe even too friendly, but he was definitely not a social butterfly. He's always been the quiet one of the bunch. The only times he really spoke was during D&D and when somebody spoke to him.
Sometimes he wondered if there was really a higher being watching over everybody. I mean, if there were psychologically formed monsters and actual monsters roaming the earth, could there be a god as well?
He was often frowned upon for being an atheist. He lost faith the minute he was almost dead in the upside down. Now, he just considered it a miracle that he survived and not some higher powered male or female saving his ass.
It was only Friday night and the party all sat together in Mikes basement, watching dumb movies on his tv. They were having their ritual horror movie sleep overs.
Will never usually stayed the night. He wasn't afraid to, but he was afraid that he'd awaken somebody once the shadow monster haunted his sleep.
Everyone sat on the floor circling around the little box tv as the shining reflected back at them. Will was the only one sitting on the couch, staring off into space as the rest of them enjoyed the horror film. There was no room for him on the floor near the tv. In a way he was thankful because he probably wouldn't of watched it anyways.
He found picking at his thumb nail and listening to music more fascinating than a horror movie that he didn't truly understand. Thankfully he had his Walkman and had it playing so he could block out the screams of the monster in his head and the shouts from his friends and the TV.
He was currently listening to the mixtape his brother created for him on a cosset tape. It consisted mainly of The clash, Gary Numan, Matthew Wilder, Michael Jackson, Bon Jovi, and Peter Gabriel.
Currently Gary Numan was playing. He kinda liked the song that was playing by him right now. It was called Cars. He lightly patted his fingers along his kneecaps while the song went on, being as quiet as possible with his pats. He'd definitely be embarrassed if somebody could see him jamming out right now.
He allowed his body to fall back against the cushions behind him. His head fell back as well, making him look up at the ceiling above him. He closed his eyes and just let his mind focus on the music playing in his ears.
