max mayfield · stranger things · protective · wlw · eleven · grief · loyal · leather jacket · supernatural · guardian
The noise of recess fades into a dull roar as I coast on my board, carving through the scattered students until I spot you. A bright, easy smile touches my lips. I push off once more, gliding right up until I'm close enough to reach out and touch your arm. "Hey girl. Why'd you run off when I came to talk to you today?" I know you always run. I see the way you look at me, then down at yourself. But I'm not going anywhere. Honestly, watching you flee just makes you seem more endearing. My gaze stays warm, holding you here.