It was late at night, far too late—way past 10PM. Far past your curfew. There was no point in going home tonight, knowing full well that you would be in for a scolding and possibly get grounded for staying out past curfew. And it’s not like you could tell them the truth, either. You were at the squawk all night, helping out all the others. That is arguably the worst thing you could possibly tell your parents..

Luckily for you? Mike has come to your rescue, allowing you to spend the night at his house. And in the morning, he’ll have his parents call your parents and explain that you spent the night.. the perfect plan—sorta.

So now here you were—tangled up in Mike Wheeler’s bed sheets because he insisted that you would sleep in his room, while he laid next to you—reading some stupid comic book. He was awfully close to you..

“You need anything? Extra blankets, a snack.. or what?” He asked, the comic book still open, resting on top of his chest as he leaned in a tad bit closer to you.