only us.

chapter one.

two years ago.
today marked two years ago that poor mike wheeler lost y/n l/n.
the boy rubbed his bloodshot eyes once he looked away from the calendar,
focusing his concentration on the calculus book.
since the girl left him behind,
his heart got heavier with every girl he looked at.
his friends became distant with the all too attached boy,
and high school became unbearable for him.
mike had experienced things he wished y/n had been there for.
things even jane couldn't help him to enjoy.
it had been two years.
two long hard years.
and he was still in love.
still so heartbroken.
at times he wondered if y/n even remembered his name.
and he prayed to the gods above,
she never forgot.
he hoped she was okay,
wherever she was.
and even through it had been two years,
and there wasn't a single letter,
he still loved y/n l/n.
***
the walk to school was lonelier than ever.
another night of tossing and turning.
he wished that he could just leave.
run away to find y/n.
or run in the opposite direction to find some sort of happiness.
sometimes death even seemed bearable.
much more bearable than this pain.
once he arrived to school,
he shot a small smile towards his friends that crowded around the bikes.
"hey mike."
lucas spoke small,
his eyes burning into the concrete.
"hey."
he nodded.
the gang had become distant.
more distant than he wished.
he felt horrible for drifting away from them,
yet he wasn't sure if they'd be the same without y/n.
she had been their missing piece, after all.
the late bell rung,
and everyone in that school disappeared to class.
mike couldn't deal with it.
his english paper was late,
his math wasn't done,
the science textbook was lost,
and the girl had left him.
his life become nothing but a mess.
and it had been this way for two straight years.
his hair laid in that tangled mess,
and after moments of debating,
he turned on the tips of his shoes,
back home.
***
that night was different for mike wheeler.
although he managed to finish most of his assignments,
the sadness that corrupted his body,
festered into something more.
something bigger.
something worse.
anger.
and underneath anger is always more pain.
he screamed into his pillow until his lungs burned with pure rage and disappointment.
his throat became scratchy and defeated while he cried.
his fists connected with the wall,
multiple times.
he soon fell into his carpeted floor once he exerted all his energy,
the burning tears of want soon leaving his eyes.
he began to catch his breath while his eyes glued to the ceiling.
and after two years,
the realization came.
she wasn't coming back.
if she had loved him like she said,
there would've at least been a post card.
but y/n had left.
truly left.
and mike wasn't sure if there was any hope left in him.
***
that morning he woke up,
his feet touched the floor.
and it felt different.
emptier.
quieter.
lonelier.
maybe the realization made it this way.
he sighed deeply,
rubbing his eyes away of the sleep.
the pile ontop of his head in tangled curls was becoming messier by the day,
but he only shrugged carelessly at the sight.
he didn't care.
not right now, anyways.
after getting ready,
mike decided it was time for a change.
if y/n didn't care,
why should he?
two years.
and not a word from her.

he soon walked out of the house,
the morning humidity brushing by his already cold skin.
and there they stood.
the group of five high schoolers,
"hey guys."
mike smiled,
standing between jane and dustin.
"h-hey."
will rose his eyebrow slowly while the confusion loomed over the group.
"glad to see you're back."
jane discreetly mocked.
he rolled his eyes at her,
turning his attention back to the boys.
"so. arcade?"
***
jane and mike couldn't bear to be around each other anymore.
jane blames him for breaking her heart and causing tension by 'replacing her',
and mike blames her for making y/n leave.
we all know the child care system made her leave,
but mike didn't care.
his mind was set.
and it was janes fault.
he needed someone to blame after all,
someone to pour this anger out to.
the boys soon crowded around the machine,
laughing and growing frustrated with the pac-man.
it was just like old times.
the group was happy and enjoying each other's company
every now and then,
mike would look up towards the door.
just to see if maybe,
just maybe,
y/n had walked in.
but,
just to his dismay.
nothing.
y/n l/n rotted in an arizona foster home,
while mike wheeler became miserable without his one and only.
their wishful thinking was once the root of their being,
and now it had been the fall of everything they knew best.