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Mike was holding his hand; they had gone out for lunch. Their hands slotted together neatly, and Will could feel Mike’s pointed knuckles with his thumb. He could sense himself glowing, beaming even. No one had cared, no one batted an eye.
They shared a milkshake, Will looking up through his eyelashes to see Mike looking back. Mike’s nose crinkled, grinning while he still had the straw between his teeth. It was like they were any other couple.
Then the scene shifted.
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Will can't sleep. Neither can Mike.
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He signalled for the light back, along with the makeshift nail-bat sitting next to the backpack. Mike knew Will was more than capable of defending himself, but he still reached into his back pocket, feeling around for the switchblade he kept on him.
They didn't speak; only Will furrowed his brows when Mike grabbed his hand to place the knife, although never rejecting it. Will's hands were soft— Mike felt how his calluses contrasted, butterflies growing in his gut and threatening to fly out of his mouth.
Mike needed to get a grip.
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Mike and Will have to stay in the Hawkins abandoned church for the foreseeable future, and Mike is left with pulling on strings to save Will and himself.
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On Monday, Will shows up to school wearing glasses.
After a lifetime of getting bullied for being a nerd, he’d rather show up to school covered in live ants, but it actually goes fine. Weirdly well, even. Jennifer Hayes asks him to carry her books to Geometry, and Denise King enthusiastically volunteers to be his lab partner in Chem. Will is all too aware of the attraction he somehow poses to the school’s most sought-after girls, but this feels like another level. Maybe it’s a charity case thing now, because of the glasses.
“It’s not,” Max tells him frankly at lunch. “You just look really hot with glasses.”
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Will’s eyes sting with tears, and his nose prickles with heat. He feels like he’s burning, like he’s on fire. But Mom’s right—he doesn’t have to be afraid. She knows, and she loves him, and she’s not leaving. All that’s left is the words. And he shouldn’t be scared of words. After all he’s been through, if what takes him down is the English alphabet, then the world has a really fucked up sense of humor.
He just needs to rip off the bandaid.
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Alternatively: Five times Will Byers came out, and the one time someone came out to him.
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“Woah,” Will whispers to himself incredulously, laughing a little under his breath as he shuffles through the pages of the letter again. He can’t help but admire the smooth, off-white stationery, its pleasant weight in his hands. A serious-looking “MJW” watermark adorns the top of each page, totally at odds with the entertaining missive and its author’s garbled cursive. Will laughs quietly to himself again. What sixteen-year-old boy on earth has monogrammed stationery?
Michael J. Wheeler, apparently. Where did Max find this guy?
Mike Wheeler is insecure, even by normal teenage standards. So when his friend, Max, connects him with her old friend from California, he's surprised by how easily they get along. But as the weeks wear on, their letters grow increasingly personal, and they make plans to embark on a week-long trip, Mike can't let go of one inconvenient, anxiety-inducing thought: What if he wants to be more than friends?