Sadie Sink Imagines

moving (m.m)

in which you learn that your girlfriend is leaving

"I'm moving back to California." It felt as though your heart had dropped into your stomach and your blood ran cold when those words spilled from your girlfriend's lips. You stared at her, studying her face to see if you could find any trace of lying; the redhead had never lied to you before, had promised that she would never, but you were hoping that she wasn't being truthful for once. However long you studied though, you knew that she was being honest: you could hear it in her voice.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm moving back in with my dad," the girl explained, sitting on the edge of your bed. She reached out to hold your hand, but you pulled away. 

"I--I don't understand?" You knew exactly what she meant, and ever since she moved here, you were afraid of that happening. You didn't want to accept it, though, and denial was just so much easier. 

"Y/N--" she began, but you cut her off.

"No, I don't understand. Why--Why are you leaving? It doesn't make sense," you whispered, tears beginning to race down your cheeks. The redhead leaned forward, brushing your tears away with her thumbs. It broke her heart to watch you cry and know that she was the reason for it, but she didn't want to leave without warning.   

"My dad heard about Billy's death. He thinks that I'm in an unsafe environment, and the court agrees."

"He took it to court?" you asked in disbelief. Max had always spoken highly of her father and of how much he loved her, but you never expected him to fight for custody. When she had arrived, she had a bit of an angry streak against him, mad that he didn't fight hard enough. Now, however, he was definitely showing that he loved her, that he cared about her wellbeing.

"Yea. I mean, my step-brother was killed, so..." she trailed off. 

"When do you leave?" You didn't really want the answer, but you needed to know how much time you had left with the redhead. She gulped before responding, her own eyes beginning to gloss over.

"In two weeks."

"What? No, but--summer break just started. That's not--that's not fair," you cried. Max pulled you into her chest, allowing you to stain her shirt with tears. She tried to quiet your sobs, but it was to no avail as you continued to cry. The redhead couldn't stop her own tears from falling into your hair as she thought about having to leave you in a few weeks.   

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she whispered, running her hands through your hair soothingly. 

You pulled back. "Do you want to leave?"

"What?"

"Do you want to leave?" you repeated, watching her carefully. She used to constantly talk about how much she missed California, about how much she missed her father and her friends, the boardwalk and the beach. 

"No," she shook her head, replying honestly. "No, I don't want to leave you or the Party, or even Hawkins in general. I've found a home here, really, I have. I've found a home in you." She clenched her jaw, blinking multiple times. You knew that she was trying to stay strong. "But I have no say in it. I'm just a kid."

"That's not fair."

"I know," she agreed, sniffling. "I know it's not. But, it's what's happening. I can't do anything about it so--"

"So I guess we'll have to make the most of these next to weeks then," you said, nodding your head. "Does the rest of the Party know?" 

"No, I wanted you to know first." 

"Okay. Well, Max Mayfield, I guess it's time to do everything you've ever wanted to do in Hawkins, Indiana."