Will Byers

Will's day was going well, too well, and he was beginning to get suspicious. The sun was bright, his food supply was good, and the last time he saw a zombie was 10 miles ago. Even last night's sleep had been dreamless and peaceful. He'd been walking since dawn, and yet his feet didn't hurt. He was a little weirded out, but he didn't become truly suspicious until he found the 7-11.

He looked up at the sky and frowned, "Nice try. But I'm Will Byers, I know my luck is shit. If I'm going to die today, can you at least give it to me straight?"

There was no reply, the sun kept shining, the birds kept chirping, and the breeze kept blowing.

His frown deepened, "No, really. I don't mind. I've been wishing I was dead for the last five years," He said.

There was still nothing. It was almost as if the universe was mocking him.

He scowled at the sky and kept going, planning to walk by the gas station. He knew that the 7-11 was too good to be true. It was half destroyed anyway. There was no point in raiding it, he stocked up on supplies about 15 miles ago anyway. They'd last until he got a safer bet.

He was just about to pass the place by when he heard it. Though it was muffled, the ear piercing scream was too disturbing to miss.

"Help! Please! Someone! Anyone!" The words were quick and terrified.

The words soon dissolved into incomprehensible screams. His heart leapt into his throat. Normally, if he heard screaming, he ignored it and ran away. But something was keeping him rooted to the spot. He couldn't leave this time.

Why? Will had no idea. All he knew was that something made him want to save the person. Maybe it was the fact that he sounded young, about Will's age. Or maybe it was the fact that he couldn't run away again.

Either way, he found himself running in the direction of the screamer. He was shouting reassurances, "I'm coming! Don't worry! Hold on!" He shouted.

He doubted the boy could hear him, but he did it anyway.

Pretty soon, he found the boy. The scene was bad. Even worse than he feared. He must've been buried under at least fifty pounds of rubble.

"Damn it!" Will cursed, looking around helplessly. There wasn't much he could do, and he couldn't exactly lift the boulder. He wasn't Superman.

He had to find an alternate solution, and with the way that the boy was screaming, he'd only have a few minutes to do so.

There was no obvious solution in sight, and just as he was about to give up hope, he saw it. There was a piece of a broken stop sign. It was essentially a metal stick, about three feet in length. Everything he'd ever learned about physics came rushing into his mind, and he picked up the pole. To his relief, though it was pretty heavy, Will's admittedly scrawny frame could manage its weight.

He hurried back to the place where the boy was buried. He brandished the pole and stuck it in a crack between the crushing rocks. Once he got the lever wedged in far enough, he began putting weight on it.

He tried several times to work the lever, failing worse and worse each time. No matter how much weight he put on it, the boulder never budged.

When he stopped to take a break, he noticed something strange. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. He looked down at his contraption, frowning. What was that sound? There was something off about sound.

It hit him in that instant, he couldn't hear anything, "Shit!'

With a new vigor, he grabbed his homemade lever. The adrenaline pumping through his system making forcing the boulders apart much easier.

After much struggle, Will finally succeeded. The top boulder was moved to reveal something that would make Will's world stop.

Laying there, covered in blood and dust, was the most beautiful boy that Will had ever seen.

His breath caught in his throat as he stared. Even though his chin length curls were matted with blood, his angelic face was black with grime, and he was painfully skinny, he was still gorgeous.

"Oh, Wow," He breathed.

Then, after an embarrassingly long period of staring, Will snapped back into reality. He realized that he couldn't detect the rise and fall of the boy's chest, and panicked.

Will ran to the boy and knelt by his side, "Hey! Hey, can you hear me?" He called, shaking the unconscious boy.

He didn't respond no matter what Will did, and he came to the realization that he'd have to perform mouth to mouth resuscitation.

Blushing furiously, he lowered his mouth down to the other boy's. The situation was embarrassing, and Will only hoped that he would manage to save the boy's life.

Everything was going in slow motion. He was three inches from the boy's lips, then two, then-

At that moment, the beautiful boy opened his eyes and coughed fiercely. Startled and embarrassed, Will jumped and fell backwards on his butt.

"What the fu- What happened?" Gorgeous asked in a confused and groggy tone.

"U- Uh- I- Uh-" Will stuttered, a blush growing on his cheeks.

"Who the hell are you!?" He demanded, growing more scared and confused.

Will took a deep breath and put himself back together, "My name is Will Byers. I found you buried under a huge rock. I-I-" Will broke off. Why was he so emotional about this handsome stranger?

The boy frowned, "That's right, the rubble," He muttered. His face became alert, "You dug me out of there?" He asked.

Will was startled, "Um- Yeah," He managed.

"How can I ever thank you? You saved my life!" He cried.

A sudden protective determination filled Will, "You can rest. You've been through a lot today," He paused, "What's your name?"

"It's Mike. Mike Wheeler. Nice to meet you, Byers," He said.

"Nice to meet you too, now get some rest. I'll see what I can do about your injuries," Will said, beginning to walk towards the 7-11.

"Wait!" Mike said.

Will turned around, "What is it?" He asked.

"Why are you helping me?" He asked.

Will paused for a second to think of his answer, "To be honest, I'm not really sure. I just- I couldn't walk away. I don't know why," He said.

Mike nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer, "Okay," He said, resting his head back on the ground.

Will turned away, and was shocked to realize he was smiling. As he walked into the unstable establishment, he had to wonder.

When was the last time that he had a reason to smile?