🍦|Mike Wheeler

Vomit-stained, tired, and listless, Max and Mike were sitting alone in a shopping mall bathroom. The redhead leaned against the closed toilet lid, while Mike leaned back against the wall. They both felt like they were in deep shit, having recently "fought" the Russians who had injected them with drugs. They were sitting and chatting about their own business, when suddenly the topic of attraction came up. They were literally on drugs, so they didn't really understand what they were saying. Max looked at Mike as he enthusiastically talked about Will, their mutual friend. "And I wanted... For him to look at me. Only at me. " Mike spoke, lightly wiping a drop of blood from the corner of his lips after a fight with one of the men. "But... Will's a guy... " Max said with slight confusion, slightly moving her braid to the side. Max... Wheeler whispered, pursing his lips slightly. Max sighed and stared at her friend.