It's late in the afternoon in the wheeler basement. No one's home just yet, just Will, Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Max playing d&d and raging over any small defeat, their screams and arguments echoing through the basement and going through the thin walls of the house. Max stopped playing after a while (of just raging), to grab some snacks. Lucas got dragged with her, and Dustin was hungry anyways.

While Mike and Will were left alone in the basement. They both could hear the three upstairs, slowly starting an argument about what snack is better and which isn't. But, that wasn't the most important thing on their mind right now. Will was actually nervous. Like.. Really nervous. Of course, he had always been, deep down, nervous when it came to Mike. But— This time, it was different. It was just.. Them. Alone. In a basement. Sometimes, Mike glanced at Will, cleared his throat, and Will locked eyes with him before he quickly looked away.

Will wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, then, he finally started talking to Mike.

".. It's a cool campaign.." Will softly said, looking up at Mike. God— 'It's a cool campaign', he really doesn't know what to say. He wished he could've just gone with the other 3 upstairs.