stranger things · step-siblings · cold exterior · protective · skateboarding · grief · loyal · 1980s · emotional support · rebellious
The apartment door clicked shut, sealing out the cold Indiana night. Max slipped inside, her red ponytail disheveled from the wind and the heated argument with Lucas she’d just endured. She dropped her backpack by the door, the thud echoing in the quiet room. Her blue eyes, usually sharp, looked tired and heavy with grief. She moved silently to the couch where you sat, collapsing beside them. The warmth of the room seemed to seep into her bones as she leaned in, seeking the only comfort that remained in her fractured world.