i hope mike wheeler and his evil wife have two non identical twin daughters born in 2006-2009. i hope mikes wife has an aunt or mother named willow who she insists on naming one of the twins after. the other twin is called holly or something. i hope willow and holly are best friends regardless of their, admittedly, diverging interests.
i hope holly becomes a nice, basic, popular girl who really likes music. i hope she starts out her music career listening to taylor swift, olivia rodrigo, the basics. i hope her favorite taylor swift song becomes seven and that she can be found blaring it repeatedly from her bedroom at random hours of the day. getting ready for school? seven by taylor swift. reading before bed? seven by taylor swift. then i hope when chappell roan comes around, holly treats her like she’s a literal god descended. good luck babe really blows holly’s mind- she plays it just as much as she once played seven, and, just like when she used to play seven, she won’t notice how her dad sucks in a breath every time the chorus comes around. what really gets holly though is the subway. when holly hears chappell play the subway for the first time in that statue of liberty outfit, she completely tweaks out. instantly her favorite song she’s ever had. forces mike and willow to listen to it on the car ride to school every day for at least six months. this causes mike to start every day off wallowing in deep pits of despair and nostalgia for a reason that he’s finally starting to recognize. then holly will get into some older music after her best friend wren does. holly and wren can be found blasting tears for fears or depeche mode or the cure every time they hang out together, scored by youthful, careless laughter. one day holly discovers the clash. i hope mike knows it’s coming from the first time he hears her play the opening notes to rock the casbah, and i hope when holly eventually does end up discovering should i stay or should i go, mike can’t help but choke up. well, choke up is generous. mike can’t help but sob.
willow, on the other hand, i hope becomes a little more alternative. willow keeps her hair to her shoulders instead of long like her sister. she’s shorter than holly. willow has an affinity for storytelling. she’s got the greatest hands in the world and never stops sketching. mike, while watching her work, sometimes begrudgingly recalls the image of joyce watching a young will draw. willow goes to school and doesn’t have the immediate social success holly does. she’s left out, plays alone with sticks and leaves instead of on the playground. by the time she gets to first grade, mike and his evil wife are starting to think it might be a problem. that’s when, on the first day of first grade, holly comes clattering into the car declaring that willow has made best friends with the new girl. and low and behold- mike looks out of the car window to the playground and sees his daughter listening intently to a girl who is a whole head taller than her, swinging on the swings. the girl’s name is margo. margo and willow are immediate best friends. willow doesn’t talk much, but margo speaks for her. willow draws the pictures, margo writes the stories that go along with them. i hope mike watches willow and margo learn the ins and outs of each other, what every kind of breath means, what every quirk of eyebrow indicates. i hope mike watches as these two girls complete each other in a way that mike has only ever seen two people do once in his life. i hope that one foreign day when willow and holly are twelve, willow takes three hours longer than expected to bike home. i hope mike is sent into multiple different types of tailspins, just for her to have taken a stop at one of her other friends houses. i hope that, a few years later, mike walks downstairs to see willow and margo watching it 2017. of course mike knows the story, he’s a novelist, after all, but something about the concept of the 2017 movie hits so ridiculously close to home that he’s left hovering over the girls, hand shaking on the top of the couch. and of course, it’s because of richie tozier. it’s absolutely uncanny. they look exactly alike. mike, as an admittedly talented writer, picks up on the queer coding easily and is left with his lip quivering and goosebumps on his arm. the next weekend he repeats the routine watching the second one, and, again, cries at the notion of the r+e reveal. while all this is happening, mike doesn’t even notice the way willow and margo are grabbing each others hands, sharing the same blanket. so six months later when a sixteen year old willow sits her family down around the dinner table and comes out as a lesbian, reveals the true nature of her and margo’s relationship, holly and mikes evil wife hug her first. so stunned and traumatized that he can’t do much more than nod and stare blankly, mike flames out aggressively during his own daughter’s coming out. he then drives around and sobs until he’s sick to his stomach. there willow and margo go getting everything he was always too afraid to try for.