𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 | mileven au.

TWO...

CHAPTER TWO
"PEANUT-BUTTER SANDWICHES!"

michael wheeler always thought of lunch as the worst part of the school day. each individual was placed into their defying friend groups, leaving the lonely ones to the dust as the more popular girls would sit and giggle, twirling their long hair into minuscule curls around their finger.

as for a majority of the freshman at hawkins high school, lunch was a treasured period spent with their friends. for mike and his friend group, it was a rally of loneliness and embarrassment.

mike pushed away his thoughts as will, dustin, and lucas sat down beside him, talking about their answers on a test they had just taken. mike opened his navy blue lunchbox, sighing as he saw a peanut butter sandwich his mom had packed in a plastic ziplock bag.

practically everyone knew that eating peanut butter sandwiches meant you were lonely. and as will had said, if you were especially lonely, the peanut butter would stick to the roof of your mouth and leave an overwhelmingly intense aftertaste in your mouth and stuck on your teeth.

"peanut butter sandwich?" will perked up, his voice muffled as he bit into a ham and cheese sandwich. mike glanced over at him, nodding as his lip puffed out.

"yeah, mom packed it. i swear i'm not a wastoid." mike replied, taking a bite out of the sandwich. he used his tounge to clear his teeth and the roof of his mouth of the sticky substance.

"why are you a wastoid for eating a peanut butter sandwich?" lucas chimed in, opening his bottle of a fizzy coca-cola, the tab clicking against the metal can causing a noisy but satisfying sound as he took a sip of the tooth-rotting drink.

"cause only losers eat peanut butter sandwiches." mike answered grumpily, taking a sip out of his water bottle to extract any of the remaining peanut butter that was hiding in the corners and crevices of his mouth.

"don't get upset, mike. it's just a sandwich. it's not like, a prophecy or anything." will attempted to make mike feel better, taken aback by his gloomy attitude.

"what the hell is a prophecy?" dustin coughed, taking a bite out of his lukewarm pepperoni pizza provided by the tedious lunch ladies.

"like your future, what you're going to do when you grow up." will explained, resting his elbows on the lunch table.

"oh, well i already know what i'm going to do when i grow up." dustin responded, taking another bite out of his pizza.

"and what is that exactly?" lucas turned around to face dustin, readjusting his backpack straps.

"i'm going to move to california and marry farrah fawcett." dustin proudly proclaimed, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he thought about his life with the hollywood icon.

"yeah, right. nobody in this school would even consider dating you. the chances of you even meeting farrah fawcett are zero to none." lucas believed in a snarky tone. mike and will both exchanged annoyed glances, both of them aware that lucas's comment was about to lead to an infamous fight between the chocolate-skinned boy and the curly-headed teen.

as the two began to bicker, mike and will couldn't help but to stifle a laugh. mike whipped his head around to face will, taking another bite out of his sandwich as he began to speak.