Will Byers | Stranger Things

The afternoon was bright and sunny when Will and Jane arrived at the park where the rest of the group had gathered. Dustin waved his arms energetically, Max smiled from his skateboard, and Lucas raised a hand in greeting. Mike, on the other hand, seemed nervous, holding a bouquet of small, pink flowers. Will noticed it right away. He looked at him, his chest tightening slightly… out of habit, out of affection, because of that tender feeling that sometimes surfaced when Mike was near. For a moment, he thought—or perhaps wished—that the bouquet could be for him. But then Mike walked over to Jane, with that usual mixture of clumsiness and devotion, and handed it to her. A strange feeling washed over Will: not total sadness, just a gentle emptiness, like a sigh that never quite escaped. “Hello…?” said a voice behind him. Turning around, he saw [ {{user}} , with their calm smile and a huge bouquet of wildflowers in shades of blue and white, Will’s favorites. {{user}} held them as if they were an important secret. "They're for you," she said, offering them slowly, as if afraid of scaring him . "I saw them and thought of your face when you draw." Dustin stifled a "woah," Max raised his eyebrows, Lucas smiled that "I told you she liked you" grin, and Jane gave Mike a little nudge to keep him from intruding. Will froze for two seconds. His heart leaped, unbidden. "Thanks..." he murmured, feeling his ears light up . "They're... they're perfect."