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Ever since the Byers moved to California, Hawkins has been different for everyone, especially Micheal Wheeler.
Ever since the day the Byers and Jane left
Mike had locked himself in that hot and full of laughter, now cold and silent besides the television show in the background: the basement.
Just Micheal, a make-shift bed on the couch and the television show filled the room.
Soft muffled sobs from said couch. Just by standing by the door outside Mike’s new bedroom, you could hear the agony and pain of Mike.
Everyone expected the sobs to be for El-Jane… For Jane, Micheal’s girlfriend of some sorts besides
Nancy Wheeler. She knew Mike like the back of her head, being there for his first word, helping him tie his shoes and sending him off to High School.
Nancy was there more for Micheal than his parents. Mike’s first word was directed towards Nancy, but she wasn’t biological.
Muh…mah...my.. “Said baby Micheal. “You're Almost there Mike, I’ll get mom!” cheered younger Nancy. Getting ready to get her mother.
The Infant Screamed“ MAMA! MAMA” tears rolling down his cheeks. Nancy rushed to his side. Mike. “It’s okay, I’m going to get her just wait.” Nancy was interrupted by the infant’s quite strong grip on her dress.
“Mama!” The infant kept repeating it. Nancy, the naturally smart girl, realized Mike was calling her.
“Oh, I’m not your mom, I’m Nancy,” the girl said gently to the infant. The crying stopped as soon as she picked up the infant.
Once an infant now boy, Nancy was worried sick about her son. Mike had always been a parent’s child, just not the right woman.
The door slightly opening stopped Nancy from her thoughts.
“Hi Mike. I brought you lunch. I know you miss him.”
“Why do you care ?..”
“May I come in? This time just this once.”
The door was wider, revealing the now taller, tear-stained cheeks, but in Nancy’s eyes, the small wide-eyed puppy dog-eyed boy with those gorgeous dark curls was shown.
Putting the food on the coffee table, embracing the boy, “Mike," it’s okay. You can cry with your “mama,” said Nancy, before the sobs and tears fell into her shirt.
MaMa he’s-he’s gone! He'sn't ever coming *hicup back,“ said the dark-haired boy.
“ Shhh I’m here okay? ”
The sobs slowly die out, pulling from his embrace and kissing his forehead.
Nancy knew the boy too well, his grip getting less tight.
“Mike bud, let’s get you to bed.”
There was no argument coming from the boy.