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Sometimes, Mike Wheeler wonders what his world would've become if he'd met Will Byers in the woods on that rainy night instead of Eleven.
He would have the chance of meeting him for a second time, but in a different reality; a different universe where such thought had already happened. He'd be able to hold him without making it awkward, call him pretty without getting a disgusting look possibly, and kiss him.
But, even if that never happened, Mike had still got the chance to just be in the presence of Will.
" I think I'm falling in love with you. "
He wishes he could say that out loud, but whenever his throat tries to release those eight words, his mind completely aborts them, shoving them right back into his heart as he watches the boy with beautiful brunette hair and hazel eyes bike home.
Maybe if he'd just said those words it would've kept Will at his house long enough for whatever creature he'd been taken by to not know of his existence in the first place.
It would've gotten someone else, of course. But it wouldn't get Will. And that's the only important thing, even if it'd gotten Lucas Sinclair, or Dustin Henderson, or even the sweet girl that once bought him a cheap ice-cream when he was a kid.
At least it wasn't William Byers.
But still, he kissed Eleven. A girl he'd never heard of a week prior to the situation.