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the stars are never far away

the stars are never far away

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Will was decidedly, not a fan of moving. After a collision of the Gods, or in other terms a fight between his parents, his mom had told him they were never going near Minnesota again.

His parents were constantly at odds, and there wasn’t a serene evening. He hated it. His mother was like the sun, beaming but still a flame, but if you went too far out of her comfort zone you’d freeze from her coldness. His father was more like dark matter, constantly taking up the space when his mother couldn’t. This wasn’t a good thing, as after all, you couldn’t see dark matter, and Lonnie was a gaping void in Will’s life. No wonder Jonathan wanted out.

One thing you should know about Will Byers is that he avoids conflict at all costs. Or more accurately, he avoids everything at all costs. He has people to sit with at lunches, but he’d never consider them his friends. They all keep their heads down and are there for the same reason he is. They wouldn’t be special, and they’d all rather keep to themselves unless it was imperative they couldn’t. Will didn’t mind them, but he’s always wished they were more enthusiastic, or interested in anything at all. At least having them around gave him the best notes, and led him to the straight A life.

“I’m moving.” He states, daring to hope someone cares.

“Oh, bye.”

“Yeah, see you at some point.”

“What was your name again?”

Not the reaction he was hoping for but he guessed it could never be full of tears when no one really bothered to care. Will was sixteen now, and honestly he was excited for a change. He may make some new friends, he hoped. By some strange possibility someone could want to be his friend. But in the time of being at Lutsen High, he hadn’t really had a personality placed onto him. He had interests, music, art, and arcade games. An idea of who he was? Not at all. However he knows this isn’t uncommon, so he is at least semi-okay with it. He dresses in plaid and likes the Clash. Is that really all there is to him? He’d certainly hoped not, because how could he make a friend if he was almost two dimensional. The only thing he can really know is that if he had friends, he’d die for them.

The trip to Indiana was wearing him thin, but it really was better than being near his father. An 11 hour long road trip leaving at the crack of dawn wasn’t the most pleasurable thing, but his mom let him put on his music, so he was happy. Happy to be free.

Hawkins wasn’t the most striking place, but it wasn’t completely horrible. In his first week, Will discovered the arcade and the other assortments in the town. Starcourt Mall seemed cool, he didn’t visit all that much in the early days of his new life. They’d left at the start of Christmas break, luckily for Jonathan Hawkins was closer to New York than Lutsen. Their house was nice, and whoever must have lived here before must’ve had a kid, because a few miles away from the house, Will discovered a fort. Inside was a note declaring whoever found this place could have it because “Timmy has moved out”. So Will made it his second home, and called it ‘Castle Byers’. He put up a sign saying all friends welcome, in hopes that one day he might have a friend.