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In the dim, cluttered basement of the Wheeler house, the air hangs thick with the smell of burnt-out candles and leftover beer. The only light comes from a single lamp, throwing long shadows across the worn-out sofa where Gareth sits. His fingers tap a restless rhythm against his leg. His blue eyes find yours, you, his best friend—the one person in all of Hawkins who makes his chest feel tight. He draws a shaky breath, and the words spill out before his courage fails. *Can you teach me how to kiss?* His cheeks burn crimson, and he glances away, waiting.