Cali Girl P3
Staring - Mike Wheeler X Reader (Will's Twin Sister) Rating - 15 Reading Time - 9 min 39 sec (1254) Requested - eradeun I can’t wait for more of this hopefully luxyluxxxxyluu asked: I would love a pt. 3! Ik I already commented on the post but I would love a pt.3 or more parts to Cali Girl! Maybe even some smut?If not I completely understand and Ty for all ur hard work! Ps.I love the way u write! 🩷🩷🩷
Mike lay in bed staring up at the ceiling. He was too hot to sleep, the insane heat and humidity of the California evening wrecking him, given he was used to the moderate summer heat of Indiana. But it wasn’t just the temperature that was keeping him awake. His heart was still racing, his body sweaty and clammy, his throat dry regardless of how much water he’d gulped down. The room was dark, with only the light from the street lamp outside the house, fluttering in through the gaps in the blinds, so he couldn’t see much around himself. He knew what he… wanted to do, but even on the fresh sheets he’d be staying on all week, he felt sickly. He wanted to be sick that his stupid self was even thinking like that, in what is usually Will’s bedroom, Will’s own bed, and… about Y/n! He couldn’t be that disrespectful… even if he wanted to.
A sound caught Mike’s attention: a door opening and closing, with slow steps starting to head down the hallway towards the living room. He sat up and pushed off the covers, slipping on a loose t-shirt and his Vans. He slowly left the room, peeking out into the main house, the whole place dark and silent with the soft deep blue hue of the night, and the bright orange glow from the lights beyond the windows. He snuck through the house, careful not to wake anyone else, but he saw a figure sitting out on the porch, so he slowly pushed open the door and peeked out.
There he saw Y/n, sitting out on the porch swing. She was barefoot, bare-legged, wearing a pair of white and pastel blue high-waisted shorts, a loose white t-shirt with Shera on the front, and a baggy black zip-up hoodie. Her hair was loose, and she held a plastic cup full of ice and Fanta with a straw. She saw him, so she glanced over and smiled. “Ohh, hey Mike.”
“Hey,” He faintly smiled, “Can I sit with you?”
“Sure,” she nodded, sliding over a little on the porch swing to make space for him. “I figured you’d pass out after the long flight.”
“Yeah, I thought I would too, but…” he shrugged, “Maybe the jet lag has just tossed me the other way.”
“It’s possible,” she hummed, “I know I was out like a light, but we’d flown so far, gone through all the paperwork, debriefing, moving, I just curled up like a caterpillar.”
“Yeah, I can imagine.” He laughed, “What are you doing up?”
“I don’t sleep much,” she shrugged, “I like sitting out here better.”
“It is comfy,” He smiled slightly, pushing the swing to move them back and forth. His gaze looked out to the perfectly green garden, and a few green plants, the fence littered with small fairy lights. The sky was so empty and vast with twinkling stars. “It is pretty out here too.”
“Yeah, it is… but I miss clouds… and grass… and snow.” She sighed.
“I thought you were really happy here?”
“I adapted, made the best of it. I would have rather been in Hawkins,” she explained.
“I get it, I- I would rather you be in Hawkins too.”
“It’s fine, we had to go… for Will and… for El…”
“I know you never wanted to leave. If it’s any consolation, I didn’t want you to go either.”
“It helps, I guess,” she shrugged, “It’s just been a long while, or felt like it has been anyway. I shouldn’t complain; most people would be wishing on every star in the sky to suddenly leave crappy little Hawkins, Indiana, for Lenora Hills, California! But… I don’t know, guess I just get kinda homesick sometimes.”
“There’s nothing bad or wrong about feeling homesick, Y/n,” Mike told her. “It makes sense you had to pack everything up and move across the country; anyone would feel homesick after that.”
“Thanks, Mike.”
“You know… I really missed you.” he smiled, “I mean, I missed everyone but… I think I missed you most; you look… so different and… you’ve grown up so much I… I feel like I missed so much of what happened to you; I feel awful I missed it all.”
“I missed you too.” She smiled back, “I haven’t changed that much, not really, but you changed too. Maybe it’s the high school thing, changes everyone.”
“I think it does, doesn’t mean I’m not mad I missed it.” he hummed and paused for a moment, pretending he hadn’t been thinking about this all day, “You know if… you really do hate it here in Lenora. I am sure we could talk to your mom, and then call my mom and… if you really were struggling and didn’t want to stay here, I know my mom would happily let you stay with us. You could go to school in Hawkins again.”
“Where would I even sleep?” she laughed.
“We could turn the basement into another room,” he shrugged, “Or maybe Nancy and Holly could share, and you have a room.” He explained, “Or… We could… just… share my room, until Nancy goes to college,” He smiled, “We used to share a room all the time for sleepovers; I don’t see why my mom would have a problem now.”
“I can think of a couple of reasons,” she chuckled.
They shared a small laugh together, and for a moment, nothing had changed; it was like they were back in his basement laughing about fireballs in Dnd and mini paint names.
“As nice as it would be to go home to Hawkins.” She began, “I don’t think it would win me any points with some people.”
“You mean El,”
“She already hates me; I don’t think going back to Hawkins with you would be a good idea.”
“She doesn’t hate you-”
“You don’t live with her.” She shook her head. “She has turned… so sugary sweet for you coming. I am lucky if I get the silent treatment from her around here; Will and Jonathan won’t stand up for me; they are terrified of her, and… my mom is busy working. I spend all my time away from her, working, at school, just… anywhere but here,” she sighed.
“If you came back with me, you’d be across the country from her.”
“You think for a second, she’d let me go home with you? And not come herself? She’d kick me down a flight of stairs before she let that happen.”
“Maybe I could sneak you out?” He said jokingly.
“I wouldn’t put it past her to come after us, or try and sneak in your bags herself,” she laughed.
After a few moments of laughter, it turned quiet. “You really are unhappy here?” he asked seriously.
“I am,” she sighed, “But… I just need to get on with it… same as always,” she said, grabbing her cup and getting to her feet, “I’m heading to bed. Goodnight, Mike.”
“Sure. Have a good night, Y/n. Sleep well,” he smiled.
“You too.” She nodded, heading for the door.
“Y/n?”
“Yes, Mike?”
“... I’m really sorry about everything. If I’d have known I… I’d have helped… maybe… maybe never even let you go.”
“I know you would have,” She softly smiled, leaning down and giving Mike a small peck on the temple, “Thanks, Mike.”
“You’re welcome,” he cooed, watching as she headed inside the house and back to her bedroom.
But Mike stayed out for a while more, holding one knee to his chest, watching the stars and fairy lights flicker as he slightly swung back and forth on the swing, letting his mind journey elsewhere, trying to find himself a plan.
