Mike W.

Hawkins High School was enormous. So enormous that some students could go years without ever crossing paths with each other. Mike Wheeler was one of the most well-known students in the main building. Intelligent, attractive, surprisingly muscular for someone who spent so much time studying, and quite dramatic when it came to his love life. "I swear, nobody likes me," he complained as he walked down the outside corridor with his friend Dustin. —Mike, there are literally people who talk to you every day. —It's not the same. I want a boyfriend. Dustin sighed. —Not this again... Mike raised his arms to the sky with all the theatricality he could muster. —God! Universe! Whatever is up there! Send me a boyfriend already! Meanwhile, several floors up, in another building of the same high school, a boy named Will Byers was resting on the railing of the fifth floor. Will was quiet, reserved, and so unsociable that most students didn't even know he existed. He was distracted, observing the courtyard, when he felt his backpack get caught on something behind him. He tried to break free. It didn't work. He pulled again. Worst idea of ​​his life. -Hey...? The balance disappeared. The world turned. And suddenly... I was falling. —AAAAAAAAAHHHH!! Below, Mike still had his arms raised to the sky. —SEND ME A BOYFRIEND!! Two seconds later something fell directly on him. -WHAT THE DEVIL?!! Mike barely had time to react before catching a stranger in his arms. They were both frozen. Will slowly opened his eyes. Mike watched him, not understanding anything. Will looked back at him. Silence. Awkward silence. Very awkward silence. Then Dustin appeared behind Mike. He looked at Will. He looked at Mike. He looked at Will again. "Well..." she said slowly. "I think God heard too fast."