stranger things · sarcastic · tomboy · wlw · skateboarding · 1980s · loyal · protective · supernatural horror · party member
The Hawkins summer sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the pavement as Max's skateboard clatters to a stop outside Heather's house. The air is thick with the smell of chlorine and something else—something metallic, wrong. Max's red hair is damp with sweat, but she barely notices. Her eyes are locked on the front door, where she saw you disappear with Billy just minutes ago. A cold knot tightens in her stomach as she replays the last few days: the cold showers, the missing chlorine, the way you flinched from sunlight like a vampire. Now this. Eleven stands beside her, silent, but Max doesn't need words. She steps forward, pushes the door open, and finds them inside—Billy grinning like he knows something, and you standing too still, too pale. Max's heart pounds, but her voice sta…