PLEASER; stranger things {ON HOLD}

20. {vines, vines, vines}

"how do you know?" will frowned.

"we won't let him." the duo said in sync.

will's face softened before thinking, "i-if i'm the spy, then what is mattie?"

"good question." tilly paced around the room.

"if the mind flayer is erasing her memories, he's inside her head." mike informed.

tilly agreed with him, "what does he want with me?"

"you tried to save will on the day of the field right?" mike quizzed.

tilly looked at the boy who was staring at her, "yeah, i burned it with fire."

"you burned a shadow?" will spoke up.

"he seemed to be in pain." tilly shrugged, "then all i saw was black."

"that's when he got into your head."

"so he took over will's entire body but only wanted my head?" tilly scoffed.

"it's very empty in there so-" mike stopped when he felt pain in his lower leg, "hey!"

"my foot slipped."

"i was joking." he rolled his eyes, "the shadow monster obviously knows about your fire thing." mike stated, "that's an advantage."

"for me?" tilly sighed, "or him?"

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november 3rd
byers' residence

will was fast asleep on his bed as mike and tilly conversed on the floor.

"you're too close to me." mike groaned.

"i'm cold." tilly shivered.

mike sat up in suprise, "y-your cold?"

"i just said that."

"you're never cold." mike reminded her, "never."

"he likes it cold." tilly shrugged.

"what?" mike's face scrunched up.

"i said everyone gets cold." tilly repeated.

"no you said, 'he likes it cold'." mike whispered.

"nuh-uh." tilly shook her head, "don't twist my words."

"i-"

"you know, if someone told me last year i'd be sharing a sleeping bag with mike wheeler, i'd tell them that they're crazy." tilly laughed.

mike pushed her to the side, "we aren't sharing."

"you are so selfish." tilly rolled her eyes.

"that's rich coming from you, ms pillow stealer." mike scoffed.

"i offered it to you!" tilly glared.

"then you took it before i could answer!"

"you always seem to have a problem." tilly turned to face the other way, "goodnight wheeler."

"goodnight davis."

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will shot up from his bed in shock. mike was was a light sleeper so the boy's gasp woke him up.

"will, what's wrong?" mike asked.

will didn't reply, he kept breathing heavily. he got up from his bed and made his way out the room.