Note: this story is NOT MINE, im not the author, it was originaly written and posted in ao3 by: @loverboi Can we talk?" Mike asks. "I actually don't think we have anything to talk about," Will needs to shut this down and he needs to shut it down, now. He stands up, mindlessly rummaging through one of his boxes. Maybe Mike would catch the way too obvious hint that Will would rather do anything, but talk with him. "Okay," Mike slowly shuffles his way into Will's room. Oh, Jesus, no. "Let me rephrase that. We're going to talk, Will." And with that, Mike shuts his door and locks it. Will could feel his eyes going wide, his heartbeat quickening. Okay, so Mike hadn't caught the hint. How the hell does he get out of this?

ATTENTION: ✧ i started this 3 years ago, i'm aware this is bad at first. i've grown as a writer. ✧ i love it when u guys comment, keep it up and don't forget to vote !! ✧ officially a completed story!! ily, enjoy xoxo ** There's an old, abandoned house at the end of Mike's street that's been empty for years. Until one day, the Byers family moves in. Mike, a popular football player at his school, is dating Jane Hopper. But when it comes to the mysterious boy who now lives down the street, will Mike discover more than just friendship? (Not based in the 80's) -includes mature themes -new parts !! -highest ranks- #1 in byler [9/4/22] characters don't belong to me, they belong to stranger things and it. pics used were found on pinterest 73,467 words (08-27-22 ~ 01-08-25)

Will disappears in the middle of the night, leaving behind a life that has slowly learned how to hurt him quietly. He doesn't run toward answers. He runs toward memory, toward the one place where his body remembers what it felt like to be safe, long before he learned how to stay silent. Mike wasn't supposed to still be there. Not after two years of distance, unfinished conversations, and the kind of closeness that never really fades, only changes shape.