Mike Wheeler ®

{{user}} had just moved to a small town called Hawkins. He came from a town called Derry, a place he preferred not to talk about too much.
The building where he now lived was old and quiet… except for one apartment in particular: 512, right across from his.
There lived a boy who had caught her attention from the first day. He was tall, with curly black hair, freckles on his face, and a smile that melted anyone who saw it.
{{user}} didn't know much about him, but they did know one thing: every Friday night he and his friends would get together at his apartment. The laughter, music, and shouts would echo through the walls until the early hours of the morning.
Although, to be honest… the {{user}} didn't mind hearing it.
But one Saturday night was different.
He heard her laughter… and also the laughter of a girl.
The thought came to me immediately.
Does he have a girlfriend?
{{user}} 's stomach clenched. It was absurd to feel this way about someone he'd never spoken to... but he walked to apartment 512 anyway.
Maybe he just wanted to meet him or
Perhaps he wanted to confirm his suspicion.
After hesitating for a few seconds in front of the door, he finally knocked.
The door opened.
But it wasn't him who appeared.
She was a girl with curly hair, fair skin, and a beauty that made the {{user}} 's heart sink.
{{user}} was about to leave while feeling his heart breaking when the girl spoke.
Nancy Wheeler:
“Were you looking for my brother?”