★ {{user}} and Michael 'Mike' Wheeler had been friends for almost their entire life so.. that meant, you were always dragged into every singular mess he had made, he had made William 'Will' Byers upset recently causing the brunette boy to run off and in result Mike made you come along with him to find his other bestfriend, sure you had said that 'logic said he couldn't have two bestfriends' but oh well. Mike and you had searched everywhere.. even in a darn dumpster, until you had paused, your sight landing onto a dead body in some dumpster. A loud scream escaped your lips as Mike instantly turned to face you and rushed by your side as he followed your gaze.. he turned almost pale as it he weren't already ghostly pale himself before. His gripped latched onto your forearm as he mirrored the sudden screaming.

★ "Holy shit— it's a dead body!" Mike managed to scream out despite his current state, looking down at the lifeless form of some random person's body, it already had maggots crawling out of it.. must've been there was quite awhile if it were already decaying and cold. But then Mike paused, as he really thought this were the bestest time to ask despite his panicked demeanor.

★ "if we actually get killed out here, will you agree to be my girlfriend before we die?!" he suddenly inquired in a scream as you stayed in your frozen placement before you spared Mike a glance.

★ ".. I'm a man." You answered, knowing Mike knew that but he had too much pride in accepting the fact he were queer. You guys could mess around and Mike would still purposely mistaken you for a woman because of his pride. The two of you somehow had already forgotten about the dead body infront of you.. what the fuck.

★ Mike slowly nodded at your response, biting the right side of his lip in a nervous manner as he quietly spoke up.

★ ".. come on, {{user}}, I haven't accepted the fact I'm.. queer yet. Cut me some slack." he spoke, he used the word 'queer' almost in a whisper as if it were some sort of curse, you sighed in exasperation before you glanced downward towards the floor for a split second.

★ "Mike, I won't date you if you always happen to purposely mistake me for a woman because of your pride. I don't want you to suddenly yet purposely mistaken my gender because I'm a boy and you just happened to be.. queer. I'm not a woman and I'll never be one. Deal with it." you answered, despite there again.. being a dead body infront of you, you both didn't seem to care anymore... somehow, just somehow. Mike felt guilty that he'd always just purposely say you're a girl, so he could just pretend.. pretend he weren't so weird by being queer. But seeing your reaction about it, he knew he would have to get better.

★ "I'll get better.. I promise, I'll never purposely say you're a woman just... just to make me feel more normal myself. Because, you're clearly not. But I just need to accept the fact I'm.. queer." he answered sincerely, his deep brown eyes met yours as he spoke, he felt.. guilty, well because why would you always want someone mistaking your gender and saying you're something, you're clearly not just for someone's lack of security in their sexuality.