lost love

chapter 2

-november 7th 1983-

-reader's pov-

the sound of the phone ringing echoed throughout the kitchen as I carefully poured maple syrup onto my waffles.

"that's disgusting!" Nancy groaned to mike who was pouring the syrup on his scrambled eggs, "at least y/n puts it on her waffles!"

"you're disgusting!" mike snapped back at nancy, whilst I sat between them giggling at the sibling rivalry.

"Hello?" My mum spoke into the phone which rested in the crook of her neck as she held Holly.

"Oh! Joyce Hi-" I tried focusing on the conversation my mum was having but I quickly got distracted by mike leaning across the table and pouring tons of syrup on nancy's own scrambled eggs.

"what the hell mike?!" Nancy snarled as she swatted mike's hand away.

"Quiet!" My mum turned her neck and shouted at us.

"Language!" Ted wheeler, my adoptive father, warned.

"Are you kidding?" Nancy shot back whilst me and Mike shared a high-five.

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as a group of four, me, mike, dustin and lucas all rode our bikes to school before locking them up at the bike-rack.

"that's weird.." spoke mike, "I don't see him."

"yeah.. I think mum was on the phone to joyce this morning, they were talking about him not coming home last night or something.." I said as my concerns for will grew.

"don't worry y/n, I'm sure he's fine." dustin said as he patted my shoulder reassuringly.

"yeah," lucas agreed, "he probably just went to class early again."

"mhm, he's always paranoid Gursky's gonna give him another pop quiz" dustin added.

"step right up, ladies and gentlemen." troy's voice suddenly came into earshot, and oh god did I hate troy and james for that matter.

slowly, we all turned around to face where the voice was coming from, we all knew what was about to happen next.

"step right up and get your tickets for the freak show," sniggered troy, "who do you think would make more money in a freak show?" he teasingly asked james.

he stalked up to lucas before hitting him in the shoulder.

"midnight."

he then moved on to mike.

"frogface."

I was next so I braced for impact.

"y/i/n."

I tried not to show any sign of pain whilst his fist collided into my shoulder, I didn't want to retaliate because I knew that'd only make him feel more good about himself.

"or toothless," he then punched dustin just like he did to everyone else.

james rested his hand upon his chin, as if he was thinking, but everyone knew he couldn't think. mainly because he didn't have a brain.

"I'd go with toothless," James mocked.

"I told you a million times!" dustin spoke angrily, "my teeth are coming in! It's called cleidocranial dysplasia."