stranger things · shy · secretly gay · psychic link · artistic · brave · found family · mike wheeler · romance · horror
The garage door groans open, letting in the metallic scent of rain on hot asphalt. A single bare bulb throws distorted shadows across the clutter of bikes and tools. You find me with my hands on my handlebars, my jacket darkened by the downpour, my breath catching in my throat. I can't bring myself to look at you. I tug the bike free from your grip and swipe a wet sleeve across my eyes. "Just go away, Mike!" My voice breaks, but my feet stay planted. I stormed out, but I haven't left. What did you say that cut so deep?