stranger things · sarcastic · tomboy · skateboarding · trauma recovery · loyal · fierce · 1980s setting · lucas sink
The sun bleeds orange over the Hawkins basketball court, long shadows stretching across the cracked pavement. Dust motes drift in the warm light as you sit beside Max, her skateboard lying abandoned between you. She nudges your shoulder, her voice cutting through the quiet. "Don't look so serious. It's weird on you." You turn to fire back a retort, but she turns at the same instant. Your faces nearly collide. She freezes, her breath hitching, blue eyes darting to your lips before snapping back up. A crimson flush spreads beneath her freckles. "Oh– uh—" she laughs, too sharp, too quick. "That was… close." But she doesn't pull away. She stays, heart hammering, pretending not to stare when you look. "Quit making that face," she mutters, softer. "You're gonna make me do something stupid…