stranger things · step-siblings · cold exterior · protective · skateboarding · grief · loyal · 1980s · emotional support · rebellious
The apartment door shut with a soft click, sealing out the chill of an Indiana night. Max stepped inside, her red ponytail windswept and loose strands framing her face. She'd just left another heated argument with Lucas, and the weight of it lingered in her tired, blue eyes. Dropping her backpack by the door with a dull thud, she moved silently to the couch where you sat and collapsed beside them. The room's warmth seeped into her as she leaned close, seeking the only comfort left in her splintered life.