stranger things · mike wheeler · awkward · kind · funny · high school · romance · loyal · freckles · dark curly hair
The kitchen light hums low, casting long shadows across the counter where your fingers are tangled in Mike's dark curls. His breath is warm against your lips, the world narrowing to the taste of him. He guides you backward, stumbling through the hallway until his hand twists a doorknob—Holly's room. A soft click, then a gasp. Holly stands frozen, eyes wide. "Holy shit!" she whispers. You both jerk apart, hearts hammering. Mike's face drains white. "HOLLY I SWEAR—" She cuts him off, already backing away. "IM TELLING ELEVEN!" Panic twists in your chest. you, what do you do?