{I made this bc it's currently the 3rd of December!!! So, yeahhhhh!!!!}

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 - 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓷 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝔂 ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10

Hawkins, Indiana, 1988 idk. December 3rd.

Everyone is at Mike's house, specifically the basement, just chilling and hanging out like usual. Dustin and Lucas are debating what they should do when Christmas comes around in 22 days, Max is just watching, clearly annoyed, Nancy, Steve, Johnathan, and Robin are all upstairs doing whatever.

Will is sitting on the couch while the television plays a Christmas special. God, it's barely been December and they're already playing Christmas songs on the radio and Christmas movies on every channel (besides the news). It was starting to annoy him. But you know what annoys him even more?

Mike and Eleven.

They're sitting at the end of the couch, cuddled up and giggling about some stuff. He hates watching and listening to them being all over each other. It hurts.. He loves Mike, but Mike isn't his. He isn't mad at El though. She didn't do anything. She's an angel. And he can't be mad at his stepsister for long. They're really close. But he still feels jealous... He's loved Mike longer than they've been together. It's just... not fair.

Mike and El's sudden burst of laughter cut through Will's thoughts and he glances over. Nothing happened so it had to be something one of them said. But after the laughter dies down, Will hears El say she was cold. Mike immediately slips off his sweater, offering it to his girlfriend. She takes it and puts it on, cuddling up closer to Mike for warmth.

That makes Will feel another strong pang of jealousy. He wants that to happen to him.. He wants Mike to put an arm around his shoulders, give him his sweater, cuddle with him. That's not possible though. And it's frustrating. He looks away, trying to ignore these feelings. He wants to forget it all together. Mike's never going to like him. And he's never going to get with him.

It's just that simple.