should I stay or should I go? | mike wheeler x reader

madmax pt.2

Mr. Clarke told us about the human brain. The five of us sitting in the front. "Ah, this must be our new student." Mr. Clarke exclaims. "Indeed, it is. All yours," the principal replied, dropping the girl off. "All right. Hold up there. You don't get away that easy. Come on up. Don't be shy. Dustin, drum roll. Class, please welcome, all the way from sunny California, the latest passenger to join us on our curiosity voyage, Maxine," Mr. Clarke smiled. "It's Max," the girl mumbles. "Sorry?" Mr. Clarke asks. "Nobody calls me Maxine. It's Max," She corrects. "holy shit. Could that be--" I start. "Mad Max," Lucas finishes. We watched as the girl took her seat in the back.

"There's no way that's Mad Max," Mike exclaimed. "Yeah. Girls don't play video games," Will continued. "I'm literally standing right next to you," I hiss. "Well--sorry," Will apologized. "Anyway, you can't get 750,000 points on Dig Dug. It's impossible," Mike explained. "Okay, we look like creeps. I'm gonna go talk to her," I declare, ignoring the calls for me as I run over to her. "Hey, you're Max, right?" I smile. "Yeah..." She starts. "I'm y/n, you're in my science class," I exclaim, putting my hand out. She hesitantly shakes it. "Right... Nice to meet you, y/n. Hey, I have a question," she exclaims. "Yeah, go ahead," I reply. "Could you tell your stalker friends to stop watching me?" she hissed before walking off. I turn back to the boys, once they see she left they come running over to me. "What'd she say? "What'd she say?" Dustin asked. I handed them the note she wrote, "She said to stop watching her," I explain. "Well, shit," Dustin sighs. "William Byers. Your mother's here," The principle called. "Bye, Will," We wave.

"You guys think he's okay?" Dustin asks us. "He's always weird when he has to go in," Lucas explains. "I don't know. He's quiet today," Mike argues. "He's always quiet," Lucas corrects. "You think someone's been bullying him?" I ask. "It's possible," Mike replies.

time skip

"After dinner, I want you two to pick out your toys for the yard sale," Mrs. Wheeler explained. "Fine," Mike agreed. "Two boxes' worth," she adds. "Two boxes?" I question. "You heard me," She argued. "I'm fine with you giving away a couple, but the other ones just have way too much emotional value," Mike snapped. "Emotional value?" Karen questioned. "They're hunks of plastic, Michael," Mr. Wheeler explained. "You already took away my Atari." Mike acknowledged. "If you didn't wanna lose more toys, you shouldn't have stolen from Nancy," Mrs. Wheeler explained. "I didn't steal. I borrowed," Mike defended. "Oh, and you didn't curse out Mr. Kowalski last week either, right? Or plagiarize that essay? Or graffiti the bathroom stall?" Mrs. Wheeler continues. "Everyone graffitis the bathroom stall," Mike groans. "And I'm sorry y/n, but don't think I didn't hear about how you and Michael had a nice make-out session during school!" Mrs. Wheeler continues. I choke on my food slightly as I feel my face heat up. "So if your friend jumps off a cliff, you're gonna jump, too?" Ted asks. "Look, we know you've had a hard year, both of you. But we've been patient. This isn't strike one. This isn't even strike three," Mrs. Wheeler explains. "This is strike 20. You're on the bench, both of you. And if it'd been my coach, you'd be lucky to still be on the team," Ted adds. "Two boxes. Two," Mrs. Wheeler demands. Mike aggressively stabs his fork into his food.

Mike and I packed up the boxes'. "Hey, do you remember when I got this?" Mike asks, referring to Rory. "Yeah, we won it together at the fair. I remember fighting over who got to take it home," I laugh slightly. Mike puts Rory in the keep pile. "The Millennium Falcon," I sigh, looking at the ship Mike pulled out. "I remember we waited in a line for three hours to get that," I sniffle. The room went silent, "I miss her," I blurt. Mike looks up at me, "Yeah, me too," he sighed, placing the ship in the keep pile.

"Should we try to talk to her again?" I ask. Mike nods, and we walk over to the fort. "El, are you there? El?" I speak. "It's us. It's Mike and y/n," Mike follows. "We're still here. If you're out there, say something," I continue. "I'm so stupid," Mike mumbles, pushing the antenna down.

"Hey, Mike Wheeler, you are a lot of things, but stupid is not want of them, understand?" I speak. Mike nods before I kiss him. Mike kisses back.

"Mike? Mike?" We hear a distorted voice speak. We pull away. "Hello, is that you?" We ask. "Yeah, it's me, Dustin. What're you doing on this channel again?" He asks. We groan. "Yeah, we're busy," Mike retorts, disappointment lacing his voice.