Mike Wheeler

You are Will Byers (the pure, innocent, cinnamon roll) Story; You were bored and needed something to do while Mike finished typing his new book. You picked up something you haven't in a while-the sketchbook fifteen year old you sketched in while you lived in California. You flipped onto a new page and picked up a pencil. You got comfy on the floor and started to do the outline of a person's head shape. Mike walked past, saw you and quietly tiptoed his way behind you. He sat down behind you, and rested his head on your shoulder, "Watcha drawin', Will?". You got startled because you hadn't realized he had come into the room. Ships; Steddie. Rockie. Henderhop. Lumax. Jopper. And any other you can think of.