tw: panic attack in this chapter
anyways hey, uh, how yall doing
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Mike
The next few periods went on painfully slow, especially having to stare at the back of a certain brunettes head for the majority. Mike tried to not look, but the way the boy incessantly tapped his foot or the slight shake of his hand when he wrote seemed to be the only thing Mikes eyes would focus on, resulting in a few embarrassing name calls from his teachers.
He just didn't understand- Will Byers was a total enigma, one that was really messing with Mike's head and heart beat also- it was like his pulse short circuited every time the boy so much as spared him a glance or crossed his mind. There was only one solution to this, and Mike had planned it all out whilst staring at his ceiling at 4:03am the very same morning-
he would confront him.
Now Mike knew that this probably wasn't the wisest of things, but he really didn't know what else to do. He was desperate. He just wanted to get back to his party, and welcome their new member like any normal 14 year old boy would do, but his stupid brain was just in complete jackass mode and wasn't letting him breath without some kind of deranged thought about Will, so Mike had to talk to him about it.
So, standing in the cafeteria, he took in a big breath, squared his shoulders, and made his way to where Lucas, Dustin, and Will were sat in the far corner of the room.
"Um, dude, I hate to say this but you're completely and utterly stupendously incorrect, you can not say that Darth Vader being the baby daddy wasn't the most shocking moment of any cinematic experience in the history of this entire planet- you know what, I cant even look at you right now, you blithering idiot-"
"Oh hold on a second Dustin, I never said that it was not shocking or whatever, what I meant was-"
"Uh, hey guys!" Mike interrupted, his voice jarringly loud with an obviously forced positive tone. A few tables turned their heads and looked at them.
Dustin and Lucas rose their eyebrows, clearly unimpressed with him interrupting their debate.
"Well, look who finally decides to show up." Lucas began, crossing his arms over his chest and turning his body to face the ebony-haired boy fully.
"Yeah yeah, sorry there's been a few um, things happening."
"You off your man period?" Dustin interjects, Lucas snickers.
"What?" Mike looks at him, grimacing, "Ew, no, I just, just- you know what, Will, I need to talk to you."
Will, who had been looking at his hands under the table like they were the most fascinating thing on the planet, looks up, eyes widening slightly, "Me?" he asked, concern evidence in his voice.
"Yes, please."
And with that Mike turned on his heel and started walking towards the exit of the hall, silently praying that the small boy was following close behind.
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Once Mike had found a suited stairwell to sit in, he finally turned to see Will walking towards him, his face still tight with worry, and confusion.
The door of the stairwell closed heavily behind him, Will jumped, but Mike pretended not to notice.
They stood in an awkward silence for a few moments, Will looking anywhere but at Mike, who was doing the exact opposite, eyes focused on Will intently.
"W-what did you, uh, what did you want to talk, uh, talk about?" Will stuttered out.
Mike closed his eyes, took in a deep breath, and began.
"I cant stop thinking about you and I honestly think i'm going insane and I know it might sound absolutely crazy but have you, I don't know, got some sort of magic power that like, makes people be obsessed with you or something? Because don't get me wrong, like, I've been stuck on things before, like uh, there was this dry cleaning advert that would be on the radio like twenty fucking thousand times a day and that was in my head all the time, but this, you, are a person so that makes it like different or something? I know I sound crazy or whatever, but what is up with you?"
Mike stopped, breathing heavily, he opened his eyes, and looked at Will waiting for his reply.
The other boy blinked, and in a small voice said "What?"
Mike let out a groan of frustration, a sudden anger bubbling dangerously within him, and turned to punch the cracked stair case wall, "Mother Fucker!"
It hurt, like it really hurt.
Mike just wanted to know what was wrong with him, it was like Will had somehow possessed his subconscious and plagued his mind awake and asleep, he just wanted him out, or even some kind of revolution to this. It was making him mad, nothing good had come of the brunette's arrival, and none of it was even Will's fault! Mike took another breath, calming himself down before he did even worse damage to himself or the wall.
"Son of a bitch that hurt." Mike said, shaking his hand out in front of him as if it would relive pain, "Look, Will, I'm sorry, I know none of this is your fault or anything but I thought that maybe-" the sound of a whimper to his left made him pause. Mike's eyes widened, and he turned to look at Will, only to see he was no longer stood close next to him, but had backed up to the wall furthest from Mike in the dingy stairwell, and was curled in a ball, rocking back and forth, his whole body trembling with eyes glazed over, and mumbling under his breath.
"W-Will?"
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omg poor will bby, give me suggestions for where u want this fic to go!! hope you're all well, stay inside and wear your masks <3
also shameless self promo but i am writing a Draco Malfoy x OC on my other account @WAP69x (excuse the name) and it would mean a lot if you'd check it out, it's not gay because i'm writing it for a friend, but just check it out if you could, would be great, thank you!
