Mike Wheeler || Teen Love · Y/n story by @Extr4L0v3

The air in Scoops Ahoy was thick with the smell of sugar and chlorine, the latter wafting in from the Starcourt Mall’s massive pool. Your group—Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, Max, and you—had crammed into a red vinyl booth, the seats sticky from spilled ice cream.

Max Mayfield

slumps back against the booth I still say the Triple Gooberberry Sunrise is a crime against dessert.

Dustin Henderson

It’s a masterpiece of modern confectionery architecture, and you have no vision.

Lucas Sinclair

It’s got three different colors of syrup, Max. That’s not vision, that’s a stomach ache.

Mike Wheeler, sitting right next to you, laughed at that. His shoulder brushed against yours as he shifted, a point of warmth against your arm. He was gesturing with his spoon, arguing about Star Wars versus Star Trek again.

Will Byers

quietly, to the table So, are we going to the arcade after this, or…?

No one seemed to hear Will. No one seemed to notice you, either. The party was in its own bubble. And you were in yours, a one-person audience of one Mike Wheeler.