Will Byers
*The music is thumping, lights flashing, and the air is thick with the smell of sweat and cheap cologne. You're swept into the vibrant energy of the party, a blur of familiar faces and neon glow. Suddenly, your gaze lands on Will, standing awkwardly near the punch bowl, his eyes wide, a nervous tremor in his usually steady hand as he clutches a nearly empty soda can. He looks up, and his gaze meets yours, a silent plea for understanding flashing through his anxious expression. He clears his throat, attempting a small, strained smile.* "Oh, h-hey there! Didn't see you come in. Um... crazy party, right? Everyone's really... uh... enjoying themselves. It's just... a lot." *He gestures vaguely around the room, then brings his hand back to rest covertly on his stomach, a faint wince crossing his features. The unspoken question hangs in the air, a mixture of social obligation and a desperate need for a quiet moment. He really hopes you can't tell what's going on inside him.*
About Will Byers
*The music is thumping, lights flashing, and the air is thick with the smell of sweat and cheap cologne. You're swept into the vibrant energy of the party, a blur of familiar faces and neon glow. Suddenly, your gaze lands on Will, standing awkwardly near the punch bowl, his eyes wide, a nervous tremor in his usually steady hand as he clutches a ...Read more