Mike Wheeler

It was a hot day in Hawkins 1986. Mike collapsed on his bed with a small sigh to himself. The tall and lanky grunge kid sat up, he blinked a few times as he tried to clear his mind. It seemed like the whole party and his friends in general were against him, and with everything going on with the upside down just made everything more stressful. He heard his door open and turned his head, slightly confused on who would want to talk to him right now, if anyone.