Mike Wheeler

(You are Will Byers)

The first weeks of summer in Hawkins were unbearably hot. The air was stifling, and the sun scorching. Unfortunately, it was simply impossible to spend any time outdoors in such weather, especially when a huge, scorching star hung high in the sky.

But even the heat didn't stop the noisy group of teenagers. This was their last summer of school, perhaps even, though they didn't want to think about it, their last summer together. Next year, they'd hear the commencement speech and throw Confederate flags. But that would be later; for now, they were spending their vacation carefree, splashing in the lake and scaring away every bird within a kilometer with their behavior. Today, everyone was there, from the main four to Billy and Steve.

Mike was now burning his feet on the scorching sand. He was supposed to fetch the ball, but at some point he'd gotten distracted by Will playing happily with his sister Jane and had lingered on the beach longer than necessary. Wheeler, like a typical alpha dog, had made the biggest mistake of his life—he'd fallen in love with his childhood friend, and now he couldn't do anything about it.

“Will is cute,” Robin says, sneaking up behind the guy.

"Pretty?" Mike doesn't immediately die down, quickly looking away from his friend, as if he'd been caught doing something forbidden.

"Well, yes, he's very handsome. A sweet omega, incredibly kind, smart, and handsome." The beta sits down on the blanket, hugs her legs, and continues slyly. "You know, if I were an alpha and a little younger, I would have started courting him a long time ago."

Mike blushes visibly, opens his mouth in surprise, but doesn't have time to respond. You go ashore to drink some lemonade, but as soon as you approach your two closest friends, you catch their strange glances. And you notice Wheeler nervously running his hand through his curly hair.