My Will.

a horrible picknick

Important!!!!

guys i've noticed this story has a lot! of new readers. i wrote this when i was fourteen, had a very limited english vocabulary and i wasn't aware of this thing called 'being subtle and using nice writing techniques'. my point and question here is that i'd very much enjoy writing this again; but would you? would anyone read this if i rewrote it and  improved it? let me know! lots of love and a huuuuge thanks to everyone that has been reading, commenting and showing love to this story!!! xxxx Marie

___ this story takes place after season three, but Hopper didn't die, so El and Will still live in Hawkins.___

!!! trigger warnings: mention of homophobic slurs

If any of these subjects may be triggering for you, please do not keep reading. talk to someone about it, things will get better!!!

-Will p.o.v.-

My name is Will. Will Byers. You could say my life is pretty ordinary. I have an amazing family, a nice friend group and a best friends: Mike. Mike means a LOT to me. every time I look at him i just feel butterflies in my stomach, I start feeling happy inside.Something about him makes me so happy. But unfortunately, I stand no chance. I'm absolutely in love with Mike Wheeler. But Mike is absolutely in love with El.

I have a pretty dark past (I was trapped in an alternate dimension, and almost killed) but I'd rather not talk about that. The important things is that El managed to close the 'gate', and we're all safe now. But it doesn't feel like that. I can still feel the mind flayers presence, I feel watched, and occasionally I still have anxiety attacks. Mike says they'll go away.

We're all going for a picknick, by the way. Dustin brought the snacks, of course, and Mike ad el are cuddling together. I feel a jolt in my stomach, and my eyes start watering.  I quickly look away. I can't let them hurt me like that. i just can't.

'and i colorcoded the snacks, so in yellow we have the bananas and the eggos, here we have the...'

I start smiling. I love the way Dustin organises food. I move closer to him and leave Mike and El alone. While i take a bite out of the sandwich ('i put them in the white section, i should've made a multicoloured one, no?') and start thinking.

*Mike. Mike Wheeler. should I just... tell him? Tell him that I love him, his freckles and his chapped lips? That everyday i have to stop myself from grabbing his hand or giving him kiss. I should, mayb-*

'Will!', Lucas slaps my shoulder :'Look! They're having an argument!'

And yes, Eleven is screaming at Mike :'Why do you keep lying? You don't love me!'

'Yes i do El! I have no idea who told you that, but you've got to believe me!'

I look at Mike's face. And something tells me El is right. Suddenly Mike's eyes dart to her hand, he lets out a little shriek of surprise, and I immediately get why. Because in her hand, Eleven is holding Mike's journal. Everyone knows you can't EVER touch the journal. Dustin sees it too, and he gasps 'Ohh, the journal! Look!'

-Mike P.O.V.-

I stare at her hand. That is my journal. I let out a shriek of surprise.

'El, what the HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY JOURNAL?'

'you don't love me, Mike', she repeats. And I realise, with a shock, that she must've read it. I'm at a loss for words. Because every word in that journal is dedicated to Will Byers.

___ alright, the first chapter! I'm sorry if it's short... I'll try and update as many times as i can!