Lost boys • Will Byers

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Pam's POV

Admittedly, Pam Burton did not want to leave the house. Her son had died and so had a major part of her. Charlie was not so excited either, however she did notice the way his eyes seemed to light up when Steve entered the house.

She accepted the flowers he offered, took them to the kitchen, and immediately tossed them into the trash can with all the others.

She hated flowers.

The funeral was dreadful. Tears would not stop falling.

She invited Douglass, Charlie's father, however, he didn't show. That wasn't unexpected considering she hadn't seen him in years, but a funeral is a funeral.

Douglass was a good man, but he had a habit of not showing up. If he did show up he came late, and if he came anywhere close to on-time he would leave early.

Charlie idolized him.

It made sense... he probably didn't remember much about when Doug left. It was hell. One of the worst experiences of her life. Charlie was only four when Doug left, but later in his life, he accused Pam of driving everyone away.

Maybe it was true. Maybe not.

"Mom." Charlie's voice startled her. "I know. We can leave soon." She said.

"No, it's not that. Hopper's here. He needs to tell you something."

She turned and saw Jim Hopper smoking a cigarette outside. He looked charming as ever in clothes three days old and messy hair.

Pam followed Charlie out of the stuffy building to meet Hopper.

"What is it?"

"It's about Danny and Will. You're going to want to hear this."

"Okay, well spit it out!" She sighed, exasperated.

"Not here. Too many ears." She looked around and noticed some people hovering, trying to listen.

"My house?"

He chewed his lip, thinking about it before nodding.

"Lead the way."

Danny's POV

"Where do you think we are?" Danny asked.

"Umm... another dimension? At least I assume because—"

"Because we just got chased by an animal with no face?"

Will let out a breath, then nodded. Danny studied him, tracing out his face in the dirt with his finger.

Will noticed and smiled.

"That's cool."

"Is it? I just drew a circle and some eyes. Not even close to what you can do."

"I'm not that good... the only people who ever say anything are you, Mike, and my mom."

"Do you like Mike?" Danny asked.

"What? Yeah... he's my best friend. Mike's the only person who gets it, you know?"

"Not really. I don't think he's all that special. He's kinda bland whenever I talk to him."

Will frowned, staring at his hands.

"It's always awkward whenever I hang out with Lucas or Dustin one on one. That's just a normal friend thing."

Danny shrugged, not sensing the way Will tensed up.

"Don't talk bad about him, Danny. He's my best friend."