(Actual) Chapter Three Coming to Terms
Mike sat on the carpet, frozen. Will Byers, his best friend since Kindergarten, had just kissed him. How long had Will liked him like this? What was he supposed to do?
Joyce Byers came up to him. "Honey, I think it's time for you to go."
Will stared at the door and stood up.
"Fights are normal things, honey. You aren't always going to leave on a good note. Just give him a bit of space."
She had no idea what had just happened. How long would Will keep this a secret? How long had he been keeping it a secret?
Mike had tried to convince Joyce that he was fine biking on his own but she wouldn't have it. So Jonathan loaded Mike's bike in the trunk and hopped in the car. Mike looked back at Will's window. He leaned in the car and told Jonathan, "I'll be just a minute." He grabbed his walkie and walked away from the car.
He held the walkie close. What was he supposed to say? "Something is better than nothing."
Will wanted to scream til his lungs gave out, but he only allowed himself to quietly sob. He just wanted to curl in a ball and die.
"Why? What the hell was I thinking? No. Bottom line, I wasn't thinking. And now I've ruined everything. I may not have had a normal life, but Mike and the others were my rock. And now I'm falling."
"Will…" The walkie crackled and he gasped. He stared at the walkie, wanting to both throw it and cradle it.
"Will… I'm still here, okay?"
Will grabbed the walkie and held it tight.
The crackling continued, "I don't know what-" His voice trailed off. He spoke again "I-I'm still here for you, Will. Do you copy?"
Will's hands shook.
"Will, please, do you copy?"
He steadied his breath the best he could and held the button. "I copy."
"Okay...I'll see you tomorrow...Over and out."
Will curled up under the covers, still clutching the walkie. He could breathe again. He dreaded tomorrow but it couldn't get there soon enough.