will byers crying fanfiction

It reminds you a little of Hoppers cabin and you bite your lip - there was an insane amount of detail involved. You had left your bike at Maxs house as you three decided to take the bus. Usually youd call before coming, making sure he wasnt in a situation with his dad. Also, I know its super fucking late and I do know theres nothing to excuse this. The bell rang and you packed up your stuff, pulling the hood of your sweater over your head. nancywheeler. Shes cute. He sees one of your friends at their locker and walks over, asking whether theyd seen you. These trees were plagued, the same way every other tree, rock, and patch of dirt were. Youd deny the loving stares sent each other for the next ten minutes for the rest of your life. Instead of insulting him or whatever you do the unexpected -, Ive been waiting for you to do that, with a chuckle you elbow him and he laughs too. While he was tightly holding onto the straps of his bag El quickened her pace at the sight of you. Yes, Angela? the blonde just smirked, pointing to the free seats in her row. Where readers parents are abusive and find out shes bisexual (maybe b/c someone told them, idk) and she goes to Billy, since their dating and he already new about it, for comfort. Maybe that shouldve stopped you from committing and entering this relationship. He takes your hand in his and looks down - because of you being shorter and all. Parking your car down the street in a small space engulfed by some trees you exited and breathed in deep - you couldnt make any noise at his now, so you needed to stop crying. Mike Wheeler killed by Will Byers and hypothermia. Set directly after the groups road trip to California, now closer than ever after some normal, non-upside down bonding time, they finally feel safe enough to be normal teens and adults. You didnt change a lot apart from the fact you were more quiet and closed off. He was sitting on his bed, leaning against his headboard while holding a cassette in his hands. Will Byers/Billy Hargrove - Works | Archive of Our Own Will opens the door and there is Mike, standing next to the door completely soaked and- in fact, not wearing a jacket. , , , . You guys hung out basically all the time, either in Mikes basement or a different spot, sometimes even in the woods. I didnt have to get close to you. You screamed at yourself in your head. a/n: got this as a request weeks ago and it took longggg.

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