the group chat. (part one)

(This is in the 80s still, but they have phones. They are currently around their late teen years. Around seventeen at least. Also, their users are shit i know..)

-Third person pov-

(-THE HAWKINS PARTY GC-)

April 3rd 1988 at 2:03 pm

Willthewise: Hey guys. Are we still doing the party later?

MikeWheelchair is typing...

Maxi-mum: Yeah I think so. Who's place this time?

El: party!? What are you guys talking about? I wanna goooo

MikeWheelchair: Yeah, the party is still on Will. My place again? Is that okay?

El: can I go Mike?

Willthewise: Yeah ?

Lucasrizzclair: El what If you and me go do smth instead I'm bored as hell with these parties

El: Sure, text me when and where please

Dustybun: PARTY?! AFTER LAST TIME?! AFTER I BROKE YOUR TABLE?

Willthewise: Dustin what are you talking about what table?

Lucasrizzclair: NONONO DONT TALK ABOUT THE TABLE HE DOESN'T KNOW

MikeWheelchair has gone offline...

Willthewise has gone offline...

Maxi-mum: wHAT?! THATS WEIRDDDD

El: wdym..? Breaking a table is weird?

Dustybun has gone offline...

Lucasrizzclair has gone offline...

El: Oh nvm I see what you meanTHAT IS WEIRD HELP-

Maxi-mum: HAHAHAHA WAIT WAIT WAIT YOU DONT THINK- THEY ARE YOU KNOW...

El: WHO WILL AND MIKE OR DUSTIN AND LUCAS? OR WORSE ALL OF THEM?!

Maxi-mum: HELLLL NO I MEAN MIKE AND WILL-

MikeWheelchair: What about us? He's literally straight what are you talking about

Willthewise: who said I am? Someone's spreading lies about me now..?

MikeWheelchair has gone offline...

Willthewise: ......

Willthewise: k..

Maxi-pad: OMG MIKE YOURE MAKING IT EVEN MORE OBVIOUSSS

Willthewise: what more obvious....That he hates me...? If so I already know that...

MikeWheelchair: For the last damn time I don't hate you Will.

Willthewise: right...

Willthewise has gone offline...

El has gone offline...

Maxi-mum: uhm ?

MikeWheelchair: You know what.. Fucking forget it Will..

MikeWheelchair has gone offline...

Maxi-mum has gone offline...

-Wills pov-

Why does he keep saying he doesn't hate me... it's clear he does...At the last party we played spin the bottle and it landed on him. On my turn. I felt terrible, but he said it was alright and we should just go with it. so I went along with the game. That led to his girlfriend at the time to break up with him..

(Not El. They already broke up before this.)

It's my fault she left him, it's my fault my dad left my mom.. it's my fault it took so long to close the gate... It's my fault all of those people died.. And don't start on the mall. Everything's my fault. I repeat over and over in my head as I drop the knife. (Sorry. It'll get better 🤧)

Blood is now covering my arms and the bathroom floor.

Will: "Oh fuck.. why is everything my fault.."

-Third persons pov-

Will quickly cleans his arms up along with the bathroom and bandages himself up. Then he gets ready for the party at Mikes later. He takes a shower for about and hour. Then he gets out and picks his clothes out. A big black sweater and blue jeans with a dark green pair of converses. Along with a yellow friendship bracelet that Mike gave him when he was almost thirteen. As a early present for his birthday.

Will: "This should work. It's not to much.."

He continued to mumble things he thought while getting dressed.

Friends. That's all that they would ever be... Friends, nothing more.

Mike wanted to be more than just friends... and he was trying his best to make that clear.

Will could tell. He just wouldn't let him...

-615 WORDS-