not afraid

Will Byers might only be sixteen years old, but he knows at least a few things for certain — he knows malted milkshakes are dimensions better than regular, and that Holy Grail is maybe the funniest movie ever written, and that popcorn at the movies just isn’t as good without Milk Duds and extra butter, nor is Coke as good without Pop Rocks fizzling at the bottom, and that he always gets third place in party bike races, and that trading comics with the party is so much more fun than reading them alone, and that Lucky Charms are only good ‘cause of the marshmallows, and that he doesn’t like girls. And that he’s never, ever, ever going to like girls.

And he knows that he’s so fucking tired of being this afraid of himself.or, if will really HAD to out himself...