SERENDIPITY | WILL BYERS ³ ✔

The Sauna Test - [Pt.1]

 -Finally Kylie's POV-

I woke up about an hour ago, just didn't budge moving.

I'm still beaten and torn up inside form... a few days ago.

My eyes were still red, puffy, glossy, and soaked.

I mean, I lost just about all my best friends. Can you blame me?

My parents, I don't think, are budging either with trying to find out what's wrong.

I'm just shutting them out.

But I swear, keeping this secret will keep them safe.

I heard the phone ring from in the dining room, and I heard my mom pick up.

"KYLIE! PHONE!!" She yelled.

Phone? Who in the hell would that be?

"OKAY!" I yelled back.

-3rd person view, Mike's house (For just a sec)-

Mike had just called Max up.

Will had told them everything that happened the night prior.

"She should be here." Mike said, going back to the couch.

Will sighed, and got up.

"Where are you going?" Mike asked, confused.

"We're calling Kylie up, too." Will said, picking up the phone and started dialing her number in.

"What?! No! We're not doing that!!" Mike yelled, getting up.

"Can you just put your beef aside for a few minutes and try to get as much help as we can get?" Will said.

"Yeah, but you really wanna call up a traitor back up here? WE ARE NOT CALLING HER UP HERE!"

"YES, MIKE, WE ARE!"

"WHY!" Lucas yelled.

"Because, she could be useful!"

"How?!"

"Well, he likes it cold, right?" Will retorted. Mike and Lucas exchanged looks and sighed.

"Fine. But we are NOT dealing with her." Mike said, sternly, going back to the couch.

"Thank you," Will said, getting his eyes back on the phone and continued dialing her number in.

-Back to Kylie's POV-

I went to the phone in my room, and picked it up.

"Hello?" I answered, my voice a little quaky. Get over yourself, I told myself.

"Kylie?" It was Will. What?

"Will?" I said. "What the hell are you calling me up for?"

"Just come over, ASAP."

"Where and why? Why are you guys trying to call me up?"

"Mike's, and I'll explain everything when you and the girls get here," He said.

"Wha--" And then he hung up.

I slowly put the phone back.

What the hell were they trying to call me back up again?

Don't they all hate me?

I sighed, and got out a clean, oversized, black hoodie that I loved.

Then I just put some shorts underneath, and some grey converse.