𝖘𝖙 & 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

max mayfield (2)

❝is that weird?❞

here's part two, sorry it took so long i've been writing so many other things for no reason 😭😭

1-800-Wagon-On-Fire

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when max left, you had forgotten that you were left alone at her house instead of yours.

flopping on your back, you groaned out of bordem, getting up again and snooping through max's comic collection for anything near interesting.

when nothing was found, other than a wonder woman comic which max had read to you a countless amount of times- you decided to grab your jacket and take a walk to pass time.

you ended up letting your legs carry you to a nearby park, sitting on a swing and picking at your nails as you felt the cold air swarm around you and flush your ears with a dark red color.

after a good amount of time, and an ear infection scare, you decided to get up and make your way back to max's house. there was nothing interesting to do and it was cold and dark outside. what a perfect combination.

once down the street a little way, you heard a scuffling sound, one like shoes on the feet on someone trudging down the pavement. you let the darkness cloud your judgement and began to speed down the street a little bit faster. that was until you heard quiet sobs come from the figure that the same was dragging their feet.

they seemed to step into the light of a lamp post just in time as you made out the features to be max. you sighed in relief, walking back down the street a little to meet her.

"hey." you said softly, causing her to jump up and meet your eyes. "hi." she sniffled.

"h-how did it go?" you had already made a few assumptions. but they didn't add up. lucas was a sweet, goofy boy. although he did act like a dickhead sometimes there was no way he intentionally hurt max enough to make her cry. besides, max never cried over a boy.

"it was terrible." she sniffled.

"fuck," you sighed out sadly. "what did he say?"

"nothing." she cried out harder. "he was so sweet and understanding and he gave me a hug and told me to be myself and i feel so bad." she threw herself into your arms, letting tears roll down into your sweater.

you had to hold in a laugh at her behavior, but deep down you felt happy that lucas lived out the expectation of remaining the good person he was. "oh, max. you had me thinking i had to beat him or some shit. c'mon let's go home." you stood her straight, slinging your arm over her shoulder and guiding her steps.

she scuffled the rest of the way, letting out hitched breaths as the tears slowed to a stop. once home, you settled her on the bed, searching for makeup wipes to get rid of the eyeliner streaks that streamed down her face. you didnt even use that much, she must have cried a lot.

you finally found the makeup remover, choosing the drench a small paper cotton wipe with the liquid and made your way over to her slumped body.

"c'mon up, your gonna get makeup on my pillow." you demanded softly.

"it's my pillow." she groaned.

"yes but im sleeping on it."

"you're gonna spend the night?" she whined hopefully.

max never acted like this and if she wasn't so sad you would have bursted out laughing in her face. "wow, you do you feel bad." you said, closing her eyes gently with your thumb and removing what was left of the grainy eyeliner.

"so he was fine with it?"

she took a deep breath out, "perfectly fine."

you dropped down on your knees to her face a little higher than yours now from her seat on the edge of the bed. "so why are you crying?" you asked sympathetically.

"because i expected him to lash out at me, call me a bitch, tell me that it's wrong to like girls but he did the exact opposite. he was so sweet and caring, just as i thought he would be." she explained.

"max. why do you wanna be put down for being yourself."

she wiped her face, despite it being completely dry and now makeup free. "because that's how i was treated when i was younger, a-and it's not normal to like girls."

you sighed in annoyance. not at her, but at the way that people are still acting like you have to be one way to be normal. how did anybody even know what normal is? "you know i love you." you squeezed her face. "and so does lucas, will, dustin, mike (as much as he doesn't show it), el, your mom, and anyone else that you find important in life. nobody even knows what normal is, who's to say that normal is even a thing. you are amazing and beautiful and hilarious maxine mayfield and have no reason to feel any different." you convinced. "so what if you are different." you mocked at the end. "you're you. and you like girls. so what they are prettier anyways." you added with a smile.

"thank you, y/n." she voiced, wrapping her arms around you. you leaned into her embrace, enjoying the comfort of what was max before it pulled away. such a shame it was platonically.

but this new confession opened up new opportunities. maybe one day when max was comfortable enough, you could confess how you felt for her. or at least provide relief for yourself with max knowing that you loved her and that she was open to feeling the same or waiting until she was completely ready and comfortable with this new version of herself.

you would wait for her, and be by her side no matter what.