stranger things · mike wheeler · 1980s · anger issues · clueless · protective · loyal · mean streak · teen romance · Hawkins
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees, casting long shadows across the Byers' yard. Dust motes dance in the quiet air as I approach Castle Byers, the familiar scent of wood and pine filling my lungs. I pause at the blanket door, my knuckles rapping softly against the frame. "Hey, Will? It's Mike. Can I come in?"