youre Michael 'Mike' Wheeler!

Michael 'Mike' Wheeler and William 'Will' Byers were bestfriends, they had been ever since they were three years old. Now they were sixteen and the world is ending, who knew what the world would've came to in the span of thirteen years. So, right now Mike and Will were trapped together in Mike's basement... God, who knew how long they had to stay locked in there. But they decided answering some questions on their make belief 'blog account' like they always did as kids might pass the time.

"Uh.. Will Byers, or 'zombie boy' coming in hot with answers to questions. I have Mike wheeler with me." Will spoke, gesturing over to Mike infront an imaginary camera as Mike raised his hands and gave an awkward wave before he opened his mouth.

"Yeah.. as if the tree outside my house isn't on fire- or my neighbor's cat; Mittens got sucked into the ground." Mike replied, his tone sarcastic as Will cringed at the cat situation, before he spoke up.

"Yeah.. uh.. sorry, Carol?-" Mike then cut him off, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned on Will, the two boys did not have a clue what personal space was, did they?

"Yeah, Carol. Mittens is fucked, like really fucked. Yanno.. the upside down and everything."

Mike muttered blatantly, as Will pinched his waist, a gesture telling Mike to shut up, Mike winced and looked down at Will's hand.

"Anyways!- question number one.. from Lucas; 'Michael, are you ever going to tell us about those letters under you bed'?" Will asked, reading the words written on the paper, but that didn't happen to be the question whatsoever. Mike froze once he heard those few words, turning a newfound shade of red as he started spluttering

"w-who told you about those?!.. and uh- it doesn't matter!" Mike exclaimed, his defense suddenly up as he spoke, Will raised an eyebrow before looking back at the door of the basement.

"let me go check then, huh?" he dragged out slowly, placing down the paper and slowly making his way to the door as Mike quickly stopped him, grabbing Will's wrist in an attempt to stop him.

"Will.. don't make me drop your ass!" Mike somewhat threatened as Will looked back at him, rolling his eyes but somewhat flustered by the sudden touch as if they weren't already in eachothers personal space a second ago.

"Fine.. but, I'd drop your ass. Not the other way around, Michael." Will stated, knowing damn well it'd be the truth.. because. Will was actually now stronger than Mike by plenty, bummer. Mike let out a scoff, before moving his hand upto Will's bicep 'jokingly' feeling it though... he didn't mean it as a joke.

"Fine, maybe you're right." Mike begrudgingly admitted, his hand lingering. Will just happened to notice this.. God, they were both red and flustered now.