Back to Hawkins || ➵ Byler

Chapter 8 ➵ Isn't he beautiful?

Will's Pov:

My heart was beating so fast, I could hear it in my ears! My ears I tell you!

I could also feel it beating against my chest as if it was trying to escape that horrid place.

"Why is no one answering?" She groans.

She knocks again, but multiple times.

"Maybe they just didn't hear you...?" I say.

"Probably. But I'm like- really loud!" She laughs.

"I know." I grin.

"Oh my gosh! You're here." I look up from my hands and immediately feel arms wrapped around me.

"Mike?" I ask.

"Hey Will." He squeezes me a little bit tightly which compresses the air going into my lungs.

"Mike. I cant breath." I wheeze out.

"Oof. Sorry." She smiles.

He lets go then looks at El.... who looked down right pissed.

"Hey El.. I missed you." Mike kisses her cheek and hugs her as well.

'Here we go again.' I roll my eyes.

"Oh, Mike! Wonderful to see you." My mom grins widely.

"Hey Mrs. Byers. Do yo need help with carrying anything?" Mike offers.

Oh. My god.

Isn't he the sweetest thing?

Oh I could just wrap him up and squish-

Im sorry.

I got carried away...

"Oh yeah. I'll help too." I suddenly bring up the courage.

"Sure. I have some food in the car.. it would be amazing if you could help bring that in. Thanks boys." She smiles.

Me and Mike nod and one another and jog down to the car.

"Sooo, how is New York?"

Mike opens up the trunk and begins rummaging around for the food my mom was talking about.

"Its okay..." I sigh.

"It's really that bad huh?" He asks.

"Sometimes. Sometimes its cool, other times its... awful. Sooo awful." I express.

"Im sorry Will." He frowns.

"Well. Luckily you're not in New York anymore... mom says that you're staying for a few days?" He asks.

"That's what my mom said."

"Cool." He says awkwardly.

"Anyways, where's the food your mom was talking about?" He wonders.

"Oh, yeah. Duh. Its um, it's right here." I walk over next to him and point to where some of it is.

"You carry that and I'll carry..." I picked up a different (container? What are those glass things called? Trays? Like- those things you usually put casseroles in, or mac and cheese? The glass ones? Idk. Anyways, back to the story)

"Oh god this is heavy." I gasp.

"Here. Take this one. It's not that heavy." He offers.

I agree and take his and he takes mine.

"Better?" He chuckles.

"Yeah. Thanks."

-

After me and Mike got all of the trays of food out to the kitchen, me, him, and El all went down to hang in his basement.

None of the others could make it to dinner since it was really late, but Mike said that we could all see them tomorrow.

El got really excited and started squealing again about seeing Max.

She loves Max. Obviously.

"what about you Will? Who are you excited to see?" Mike asks.

"Um.. everyone?"

"Oh, okay. That's cool..." Mike says uncomfortably.

"Uh are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, yeah Im fine."