Mikes POV:
I sat cross legged on the many blankets of my small basement, clutching the beat-up black walkie-talkie in my sweaty palms. "El, El, are you there?" I inhaled the musty oxygen and heavily breathed it out with a sigh. "Just give me a sign, please. I need to know that you're ok. "Mike?" Came the radio. My heart sputtered in my chest, as the pictures, so clear in my mind came flashing back, as though they were real. The gymnasium covered in pastel blue, the slow music blaring through the little speakers. Bright red punch in a round crystal bowl... Suddenly I snapped back, only to realize it was Dustin's voice emerging from the radio. "What?" I groaned. "What were you doing on that channel anyway?" He questioned. "Nothing." Mike replied. "What's your haul?" Dustin nagged. Shit. He needed arcade money. "I don't exactly know yet." He replied, and with that he rushed upstairs to Nancy's pig-shaped bank.
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Promise- A Mileven Fanfiction
Fanfiction"Goodbye Mike." Were the words that blossomed all of his dreams, and haunted all of his nightmares. The girl he had fallen in love with was long gone, and there was nearly nothing to do but wait. Mike Wheeler would give anything, just for a sign, th...
