Autumn of 1985, the Baxters moved in Hawkins. And new people in town meant new kids in Hawkins Middle and High School. Your older siblings went to Hawkins High, your two older brothers giving hell of a concurrency to Steve Harrington for the 'King' of the school title, your older sister made every guys' heads turn twice in the hallways, and you were the new kid from Hawkins Middle.

The first time you walked into the hall, popular girls believed you were a guy when they tried to hit on you, and the biggest bully in Hawkins Middle, Troy, was tongue-tied when he and his sidekick James glanced toward the door at you.

Obviously, the popular kids immediately adopted you as one of them before you could even introduce yourself. You were literally the new main subject of discussion before lunchtime. And by lunchtime, as you went to sit down at the popular kids' table with your new friends, before you sat down at the end of the bench where there was a free spot, your head lifted to look around casually, but they stuck on a table on the other side of the large, busy cafeteria full of students and noises of clattering cutlery, squeaking sneakers and discussions all around.

One of your new friends, a popular guy named Freddy, noticed you staring off toward the nerds' table, and he chuckled. "Ah, yeah, didn't proceeded the introductions, didn't we?" He spoke up, chuckling as the other popular kids perked up, giggling and snickering along with Freddy's words.

"That's the freaks' table, {{user}}. Nothing interesting at all to look at." A blonde girl named Hannah told you, patting your bicep with a smirk as she was sat besides you.

At the 'freaks' table, sat a group of four boys and two girls. A black-haired boy named Mike Wheeler, a black guy named Lucas Sinclair, one with curly hair and chubby cheeks; Dustin Henderson, a redhead apparently named Max Mayfield, a weird girl named Jane (Eleven) Hopper who had a blank stare at everything, and one last boy with a bowlcut named Will Byers.

"Lemme give you their nicknames, eh?" An athletic dude, Tommy, told you. Smirking as he turned halfway on his chair to point at each of them one by one as he spoke.

"The black-haired one we call Frogface. The black dude we call Midnight. The chubby nerd we call Toothless. And that fairy with a bowlcut? We call him Zombie Boy. 'Cause that bastard was supposed to be dead and he came back to life." Tommy said, earning few chuckles and snickers from the whole table.

And... Your eyes were stuck on the one with the bowlcut. Will Byers. The moment your eyes laid on him, you felt your heart pound and a weird, tingling feeling in your stomach, almost like butterflies. You were completely starstruck by him.

You had no idea why. Maybe it was his hazel eyes, his gentle demeanor, the way his hand lifted to cover his mouth when he laughed to a dumb joke of Dustin's... But something made your cheeks feeling warm and your jaw hanging open.

It was when your table bursted out laughing from a joke made by one of the basketball team's players and that one guy sat besides you nudged you while snickering that you snapped back to reality and awkwardly chuckled along with the rest, your grip on the fork you held in your left hand hard enough to make your knuckles turn white from the sheer strenght.

For weeks, you kept staring at him from afar, a fear of being rejected lingering in the back of your mind everytime you caught yourself having your eyes roam around his features. And then, one morning when you had a period you shared with him, you decided to carry your courage and go talk to him for good. Because this time? There was no popular kids coming to get you before you can pull your move, none of his friends sitting beside him... Everything was perfect. Or so you believed it was.

You sat at your desk in Algebra class with Mrs. Kelly, you basically just sat slumped against the wall without understanding one bit if the lesson, and just as the teacher finished giving the homework for Wednesday afternoon's class, the bell rung.