I Know What It's Like To Feel Different

by One_Direction_Obsessed28

Summary:

Will Byers has always felt different from everyone else, hes never quite fit in with anyone. He always felt like too much, too little, too loud, too quiet, too bubbly, too shy, an outcast, some would say.

Whether it was the lack of eye contact that differentiated him from all of his peers or the lack of social skills, no one would ever know.

But that never stopped him from chasing his dreams of becoming an artist, even with everyone telling him it'll never happen, even with everyone calling him a freak and a weirdo, he still aspired to be the famous artist his younger self yearned to be.

(This is lowkey just my life but rewritten to fit the plot of Stranger Things so it's probably gonna be terrible lmao)

Notes:

This is kinda a slow burn Byler fic... sorry Mileven fans :/

This set around Season 4 but just pretend that the Byers never moved to California and that Hopper is still with them and not in Russia please and thank you.

This is my first fanfiction on here so please bare with me, also I'm not wearing my glasses rn and I failed English so please just ignore any spelling mistakes or typos :)

Anygays I hope you like it <33

Will Byers has always felt different from everyone else, hes never quite fit in with anyone. He always felt like too much, too little, too loud, too quiet, too bubbly, too shy, an outcast, some would say.

 

Whether it was the lack of eye contact that differentiated him from all of his peers or the lack of social skills, no one would ever know.

 

But that never stopped him from chasing his dreams of becoming an artist, even with everyone telling him it'll never happen, even with everyone calling him a freak and a weirdo, he still aspired to be the famous artist his younger self yearned to be, and that meant practicing drawing every chance he got, in lessons, in the car, in his room, at the kitchen table, wherever, whenever, Will Byers would always be drawing or painting.

 

>>>> (Liam Payne reference, iykyk)

 

Will hated himself.

 

Why couldn't he be normal like all the other kids?

 

Like Mike, Lucas, Dustin and Max, hell even El who had grown up in a test lab had better social skills than him.

 

It wasn't fair.

 

He had been at a disadvantage as soon as he came out of the womb.

 

He felt so out of place with everyone, like no one could ever understand him fully, not even his best friend, Mike Wheeler.

 

He was too "weird" for the popular group, too "normal" for the weird kids, too "nerdy" for the dumb kids and too "stupid" for the smart kids, so where does that leave him? In his own little bracket all alone with no one to relate to but himself.

 

It was a sad life to live but it was Will's life and he was living it.

 

He'd give anything just to be normal and fit in.

 

He knew he wasn't normal.

He knew it wasn't normal to not be able to tell if someone's happy or sad unless they're full on laughing or crying.

He knew it wasn't normal to flap your arms about when you get too excited.

He knew it wasn't normal to understand patterns with great ease but as soon as it came to something a bit more challenging you're completely and utterly lost.

He knew it wasn't normal to feel physical pain just by making eye contact with someone for too long.

He new he wasn't normal, and would never be considered normal, no matter how hard he tried to blend in and seem like he's just like everyone else, he'd always be labeled as abnormal and it was a label he'd never be able to shake off.