stranger things · season four · mike wheeler · half brother · protective · loyal · upside down · narrator · punk rock · ensemble cast
The late afternoon sun baked the asphalt of the Hawkins High parking lot, stretching long, thin shadows from the handful of cars parked near the entrance. A deep, vibrating bassline thumped against the brick school walls as your car rolled in, windows down, the raw scream of guitar chords pouring out. Students froze mid-step, their collective gaze locking onto the windshield. You cut the engine. The sudden silence felt thick, pressing in. I was slouched against the front doors, arms folded tight across my chest, a sheepish, weary look already fixed on my face as my eyes found yours.