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Chance doesn't know when he started having these feelings, but he knows it isn't normal.
But what is the definition of normal?
Playing football? Liking girls?
But he knows for sure it isn't staring at Will Byers' lips in english class while he's making an oral presentation about the impacts of the government on all of Hawkins' lives.
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"...and that's what I think. Thank you."
Will finishes his presentation and goes back to sit next to Chance. He puts on his headphones and starts his walkman before starting to draw in his notebook. The next person gets called up and they start their presentation.
But Chance isn't listening.
He's focused on the boy beside him. Taking in his every detail.
The way his eyes are always concentrated while drawing who-knows-what, the way his bangs fall over his eyes when he leans down, how he always hums Should I stay or should I go? by The Clash as he probably creates masterpeices in his book, how his face shines a golden hue in the sunlight.
He can't concentrate on anything else anymore.
_
And that behaviour has somehow dragged on to basketball practice.
"LUCAS. LUCAS! HEY WAIT FOR MEEEEE-" Chance screamed as he chased the dark-skinned boy.
Lucas stopped in his tracks and turned around.
"What do you want, Lawson?"
Chance finally stopped running and took a breath holding one finger as if to tell Lucas to wait.
"I was thinking maybe you could put in a good word of me to Will?" He said, dragging the end a little higher to sound more convincing.
It didn't work.
Lucas looked at him like he just killed a man.
"FUCK YOU MEAN "Put in a good word!" YOU'VE NEVER EVEN TALKED???" Lucas lashed at him.
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"Yo, Will!" Lucas greeted Will in the morning.
Will greeted him back with a wave.
Lucas gave him a ticket.
"Its for the game, if you wanna come." The athlete explained.
"Oh thanks! I think I'll go!"
Lucas' face lit up.
"Great! See you there!"
As Lucas left, Will opened his locker only for it to drop a folded peice of paper.
Curious, Will opened it, only to find the words
"You should smile more. It makes you seem handsome. ♡"
Will immediately shut it, his face reddening. He shook his head. Not wanting to think about it for one second more.
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Chance was happy today because of three reasons:
1. Today was the day of the big game
2. He had 4 classes with Will
3. WILL WAS GOING TO GO SEE HIS MATCH OMGFGYGUGDAGUODAG
As he walked to his first class, art, he looked up and saw Will setting up a banner that said in big bold green letters : "GO HAWKINS TIGERS!"
Will looked down and saw Chance and gave him a smile.
"Oh hey Chance!"
Chance was sure he'd have a heart attack from hearing Will's voice say his name so softly.
"What are you doing here?" Will asked with a smile.
Chance's heart was feeling like bursting out of his chest.
"I-I was just on my way to art class..." He said.
A shocked expression appeared on Will's face.
"WE'RE STARTING IN ART??" Will asked in disbelief.
"Uh, yeah..?" Chance responded.
Will rushed back down the ladder he was on and took his stuff. He started walking then stopped and looked back.
"Hurry. Your. Ass." Will ordered Chance.
Chance hurried next to Will and they arrived in art class as soon as the bell rang.
Chance sat down at his usual place and saw his crush Will talk with Mrs. Peters. She then nodded and after that Will took a long strip of paper and paint supply and started sketching something onto that big strip.
Once the teacher finished explaining what they should do, Chance went over to see what Will was doing.
"Hey."
Will looked up and when he saw the dark-haired boy he smiled.
Chance took in every detail of him.
That spot of orange paint on his cheek, his ruffled hair, his arm full of different colors from wiping his paintbrush on himself.
"...nyways, I hope you guys win tonight!"
Shit. He wasn't listening.