I DON'T OWN STRANGER THINGS. I ALSO UNDERSTAND THAT MIKE AND ELEVEN ARE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS. I AM JUST USING THIS AS A KIND OF THERAPY BECAUSE IT IS HARD FOR ME TO TALK TO PEOPLE SOMETIMES AND THESE CHARACTERS MEAN A LOT TO ME. AS TO WHOEVER READS THESE LETTERS, YOU CAN TAKE FROM THIS WHATEVER YOU WISH. YOUR OPINIONS ARE YOUR OWN AND YOU HAVE A RIGHT TO SAID OPINIONS.
January 17, 2019
Dear Mike and Eleven,
Before I get really far into this, I would understand if you found the idea of me writing you eccentric; to put it mildly. You don't know me on a personally level, nor I you. Airing my personal issues to a couple of almost perfect strangers is weird, I admit. However, before you go calling me some loser fanboy who can't accept reality, just let me explain myself. Let me begin by introducing myself properly. My pen name is Calvin Hobbes Gatsby. I live in the midwestern United States and I am attending a prestigious university. I have a couple of decent parents, a few people that I can call friends, and I come from an upper middle class family. My childhood was never plagued by the evil of Dr. Martin Brenner and my best friend was never snatched by a demogorgon. On the outside, I have a good life. On the inside though, things get complicated. All my life, I have felt like a wildflower. It is as if I am on the outside looking in. I can be stranded in a sea of people and still feel all alone. I live with three other guys and one squatter that they just took in, but I feel that they just tolerate me. I suppose it's how Max felt when you were giving her the cold shoulder Mike. I want to have friends, I want to have a boy or girlfriend. I want to have the real college experience, if you get my meaning. Trust me, in a few years, you and the party will probably going to U of I: Indianapolis or something. Anyway, I try to include myself in social events, but no one seems to try to pull me in deeper. I try to talk to people about my loneliness, but they either don't care, don't understand, or don't care to understand. Even people I trust don't fully grasp it. Eleven, when the boys found you, Dustin and Lucas were hesitant, which I understand. Mike, on the other hand, welcomed you with open arms. He gave you food, he gave you a bed, but most of all he gave you his love. He still does hopefully. When I saw your adventures on Stranger Things, I empathized with you both and the party. You were such amazing friends and you truly cared about each other. Mike, I mean, you, Dustin, and Lucas stood your ground against Brenner and his goons in order to protect Eleven. There is no greater love than he or she who lays down their life for their friends. I hope that I can trust my feelings in your hands. It's getting late where I am and I need to complete tomorrows chapter of my Stranger Things fanfic. I hope it does you justice. It is the least you both deserve.
Sincerly yours,
Calvin H. Gatsby