The Long Game━ (l. sinclair)

something doesn't feel right

That's what Sam liked most about Will. When you're stuck in a group full of boys, they don't really remember that the girl of their group was still there, except for Will. Will, Sam's first friend. Will, the one that was there for her when she had no one. Will, Sam's best friend.

Sam shifted her glasses back up her nose in distress. She frowned, "I— I mean, I don't know. I would fireball, but I think you should cast protection, Will."

"No, Will, screw that!" Lucas yelled again. "You need to fireball him!"

Will groaned, "I'd have to roll a thirteen or higher!"

"Too risky," Dustin shook his head. "Cast a protection spell."

"Yeah, keep yourself safe, Will," Sam pleaded. Dustin was right, it was too risky, and Will could get hurt. Not only that, but the whole Party. It was safer if Will cast protection.

Lucas rolled his eyes, "Don't be a pussy! Fireball him!"

"Cast protection," Dustin argued further.

Mike slammed his hands on the table, gaining the attention of his four friends. Sam gasped at the loud noise. She was about to fuss at Mike again before he interrupted her, "The Demogorgon is tired of your silly human bickering! It stomps towards you. Boom!"

"Fireball him!" Lucas turned to Will with wide eyes.

"Another stomp, boom!" Mike continued building suspense.

Dustin began yelling at Will, as well, "Cast. Protection."

"Can we all just take a few seconds to calm down?" Sam tried offering peace, but of course her voice went unheard.

Mike lurched forward with a glare, "He roars in anger!"

Then, Mike, Lucas, and Dustin were all yelling at Will over each other. Sam had given up trying to calm everyone down, now scratching her arm nervously and watching the anxious Will make his decision. She knew that all the shouting voices weren't helping at all.

Finally Will rolled the dice, "Fireball!"

Instead of rolling it onto the table, Will must have underestimated the strength of his throw. The dice slid across the board and onto the floor, location unknown to the whole Party.

"Oh, shit!" Mike called. He and everyone else shot out of their chairs to look for where the dice went.

"Where'd it go?" Lucas searched.

Sam crouched down to look under Mike's stairs, "See, look what you guys did!"

"What we did?" Mike scoffed at the girl.

"Yeah!" Sam turned to argue with him. "If you guys weren't freaking Will out, his throw wouldn't have thrown like a spaz!"

Mike rolled his eyes, "That wasn't our fault!"

"Is it a thirteen?" Dustin questioned anxiously, watching his friends search for the dice.

Lucas lifted up one of the chairs, "I don't know!"

"Where is it?" Will checked around.

Dustin put both of his hands in his hair, pacing back and forth, "Oh, my god! Oh, my god!"

"Mike!" Karen Wheeler, Mike's mother, called from upstairs.

"Oh, my god!" Dustin continued.

"Can you find it, yet?" Lucas asked Sam, Mike, and Will.

"Mike!" Mrs. Wheeler tried to gain Mike's attention again.

Sam furrowed her eyebrows, "We can't find it."