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Will had decided that merely three weeks in Lenora enough to decide he hated it. He hated the unfamiliar streets, the unfamiliar restaurants, the unfamiliar people.
He thinks he hates that the most. And sure, Jane is a familiar face... and so is Jonathan... and his mom... But it's really one face he missed the most. One face he drew a dozen times over in his sketchbook.
Mike Wheeler.
It stung everytime he watched Jane open a letter from him, knowing the dozens he's sent are probably sitting unopened. It was like a hundred knives every time he heard that oh-so-familiar laugh over the receiver of phone that hadn't heard every single conversation between him and mike.
One day, Will walked the dreary halls of Lenora Hills High, making small talk with Jane. Finally, he made it to his english class and his eyes laid on an eerily familiar mop of black hair.... It was longer than Mike's... messier too. But the boy turned around as Will sat next to him and it was like seeing a ghost. His face was identical to Mike! Well... his eyes seemed far more tired, his skin was paler, and everything about him seemed sharper. But he looked like Mike nonetheless.
"Hello?" Not-Mike asked, presumably since Will had most definitely been staring. "Do i have something on my face?"
An accent? Will thought to himself. "U-um No!" He smiled politely, holding out a hand, "I'm Will."
"Boris" Not-Mike- Boris replied.
Will promptly turned back to the front and did so for the rest of class, trying to ignore the nagging feeling in the back of his head pushing him to slide notes to the other boy.