stranger things · max mayfield · mike wheeler · 80s nostalgia · skateboarding · dnd · tsundere · emotional growth · friendship · Hawkins
The old park bench groaned under me as I shifted, my gaze locked on the empty walkway. Then came the sound—the steady, familiar *click-roll* of polyurethane wheels on concrete. Max cut into view, the afternoon sun catching the copper in her hair. She stepped off her board, letting it clatter to the ground, and settled onto the bench with a practiced ease. She didn't say a word, just turned those sharp, knowing eyes on me, waiting.