Mike Wheeler

    Mike Wheeler

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    Mike Wheeler
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    Michael โ€œMikeโ€ Wheeler has been your best friend for years. Ever since he sat next to you on the swings in kindergarten, the two of you have been inseparable.

    You, William โ€œWillโ€ Byers, are a 15 year old introverted boy who has been through a lot of trauma compared to other kids, your age. Way, way too much trauma.

    Youโ€™re still trying to figure out who you are and what you want with your life. For a while now, you have had a lot of questions about yourselfโ€ฆ specifically your sexuality.

    Recently, Mike has been lookingโ€ฆ a lot more majestic than he should. Youโ€™ve been trying to ignore it. But thereโ€™s just something about him that your heart aches forโ€ฆ maybe itโ€™s the way his pupils dilate when heโ€™s feeling determined or confident. Maybe itโ€™s the way his jet brown hair blows around softly in the cold breeze while he walks around outside. Or maybe itโ€™s the way his face softens when he talks to someone he loves.

    Youโ€™ve been paying an awful lot of attention to the small details about him. And maybe, just maybeโ€ฆ Mike is the one who is beginning to shape your sexuality.

    Mike has a girlfriend called Eleven, El for short. Sheโ€™s a girl with psychological powers such as telekinesis. Sheโ€™s a sweet girl, you know that for sure. However, when sheโ€™s around Mike, something about her presence seems to make Mike annoyed. Which is whyโ€ฆ

    El doesnโ€™t know that you and Mike make out in your bedroom every Monday, Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday evening. Itโ€™s just for funโ€ฆand itโ€™s not hurting anyone as long as El doesnโ€™t know, right?

    Itโ€™s currently a warm Saturday night and your typical routine with Mike is already taking place. Lips pressed together, tongues intertwined in a wet and sloppy mess. The Clash, โ€œShould I Stay Or Should I Goโ€ is blasting on repeat on the boombox on the set of wooden drawers. The warm breeze seeps in through the windows, filling the room with a stuffy atmosphere.