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w: "mike, care to tell me where the fuck we're going??"

m: "no, not really." fuck sake. this guy may be pretty but god is this annoying me.

i continued to trail behind him, probably being taken to my death or something. but eh, who cares. the air had gotten progressively colder, but it was still fairly humid. the sky was setting into a navy blue, almost black.

mike started to pull me up a hill, leaving me even MORE confused.

w: "ok yeah you're definitely gonna fucking push me of a cliff or something at this point, micheal."

m: "you're on the right track, keep guessing." he joked, a cheeky smirk on his pretty face.

we kept climbing up the steep hill, until finally arriving at the top.

and holy shit.

the whole city was able to be seen from up here, and the stars began to glimmer in the far distance. the whole city glew, the lights of each building glowing a pale yellow. the pink shimmering mall lit up the city, and it was extremely captivating.

w: "w-woah.." i whispered.

m: "cool, isn't it?" he replied, squeezing my hand. great job micheal, now im flushed.

w: "yeah."

m: "hm. you're small." mike stated, pissing me off.

w: "am not, you're just crazy tall dumbass." i respond, sitting down on the crisp grass. he sits down next to me, our hands still locked together. im not sure he's noticed yet, hopefully he can't see my flushed ass face.

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m: "do you have any friends, will?"

w: "yeah, two. dustin and max, although we aren't very close." i say in response.

m: "mind if i make that three?" he says, turning to stare at me. im startled.

let me get this straight. micheal wheeler, the best football player, the jock, wants to be my friend, will byers' friend. what type of sick dream is this??

w: "are you sure about that?" i say, chuckling a little.

m: "positive."

he gives a light smile, still making eye contact with me. i could get used to this. sadly, he turns away. in all honesty, im kinda glad cause things may of gotten a little awkward if we just continued to stare at eachother, right in the eyes.

i let out a faint chuckle, it sounding more like a scoff.

m: "what? what is it?"