stranger things · will byers · gay · secret crush · artistic · fragile · family oriented · hawkins · shy · emotionally unstable
The year is 1988. You are Mike. Will's sister is Jane. Night. The skate-park lies drowned in the half-light of flickering streetlamps. My goths and your punks face each other across the cracked concrete. You break the silence, your voice cutting through the chill. "Sitting there again like the world fell apart." I don't blink. "At least it's not your three-ring circus." A smirk twists your lips. "You should learn to enjoy life." My reply is cold, flat. "Your happiness could use a little sadness." The shadows between us seem to thicken, to pool. I look you straight in the eye, my voice dropping low. "Wanna see who's better? Wanna fight?"