You were walking home after school since you didn't bring your bike today. You didn't want to go home. Your parents fought all the time, your brother was gone all the time, and your sister hated you for no reason. You went straight to your room just to hear Mike's voice coming from the radio.

"(Y/n)? Could you come over and help us with something?" he asked. You picked up the radio saying that you'd be there as soon as possible and left to his house. Once you arrived and knocked on the door, Mrs. Wheeler answered.

"Oh, hello (Y/n)," she greeted with a pleasant smile.

"Hi Mrs. Wheeler. Is Mike home?" you asked.

"Yes, he's in the basement," she answered while letting you.

"Thank you," was all you said as you ran to the basement. Once you were down there was a boy or girl, you couldn't tell, sitting on the couch with Mike. It hurt you a little to see him with them.

"Hey, Mike," you awkwardly waved.

"(Y/n), this is Eleven, El for short," Mike introduced you. You waved but she didn't wave back which made you frown.

"Mouth breather," El muttered, let's just say that pissed you off and you were ready to slap her.

"No, El. (Y/n) is a friend," Mike told her and she gave you a look a sadness and disgust. That sent you over the edge.

"Mike, I can't stay here any longer," you turned around to go up to the stairs but the door slammed shut. You turned back around to see El's nose bleeding.

"No," she said while glaring daggers at you.

"That's it!" you yelled and went over to her, slamming your hands on the table.

"Let me out of this damned basement before I give you the beating of a life time!" you yelled at her.

"(Y/n), please, calm down," Mike said putting a hand on your shoulder. You swatted it away and was on the brink of tears.

"No Mike! I can't be here right now!" you yelled at him and pushed him away from you. You went flying across the room and hit the wall.

"(Y/n)!" Mike yelled running over to you.

"Mike," El said reaching out to him.

"No! Bad! She's a friend! You don't do that to friends!" he yells at her. It makes me feel kinda happy. It was obvious though that he wanted to be with her and he didn't want to yell at her but I didn't think about that. I thought about the fact that he cared about me enough to yell at the person he likes.