A Letter To You

Dear Lucas,

No One's POV:

"-and I just saw that goddamn clock.. looks like I'm gonna die tomorrow." Max said as tears welled up in her eyes.

Suddenly they all heard a clang and Steve grabbed the lamp and went out into the hallway, and even though Steve told everyone to stay out, everyone obviously followed him.

Walking carefully down the hallway, the footsteps kept getting louder and louder as Lucas rounded the corner.

Remarks were made about how he could've been hit, and a lot of random "shits" were being thrown about, and heard Lucas mention something about a code red and how Dustin is in danger.

"All right. Yeah, that definitely sucks, but we've got bigger problems than Jason now." Dustin said as he and Lucas both looked over at Max.

Max shifted her weight from one leg to another under both of their watchful eyes, and kept moving her eyes around the hallway, not wanting to lock onto the deep, chocolate brown eyes she wanted to tempt herself to look into.

Lucas' gaze softened as he realized everyone was looking at Max with a concerned look, "what the hell happened while I was gone?"

"Come on, we're getting out of here." Nancy motioned with her hands as they followed her out of the high school.

Arriving at the Wheeler's household, Nancy ushered everyone downstairs into the basement, "Okay, everyone stay here. I'm sure mom will understand that we all want to stay together with all of the murders going on around her." Nancy said as she and Robin went up the stairs.

"So what do we do now?" Steve asked as he walked around the basement.

"We try to sleep," Dustin told him as he plopped himself down on the couch.

"Anyone know if Mike has any paper down here? And a pencil? You know this place better than I do." Max asked as she walked closer to the group of boys. Even though Mike and her had gotten closer since the events on the Fourth of July, she hadn't taken the time to search the basement for everything's location.

"He's a nerd, I'm guessing he does" Dustin replied as he started to look through piles and piles of games that were on the shelf, "here you go, what is it for?"

"You'll see, just writing down my feelings." Mad answered as she walked over to the table opposite the couch and started writing, 'Dear Lucas,".

Max's POV:

God, how does someone write a letter just in case you're about to die. Especially when so much needs to be said. I guess only the way letters start , "dear lucas," well it's been five minutes and that still currently the only thing written. How do I say what needs to be said to him?

There's just so much to say I don't even know how to begin. I listen as they're all getting out Luke sleeping bags, blankets and pillows, I was about to tell them to not worry about me - there was no way I'm sleeping - but I stopped myself before I could speak. And suddenly as I watched Lucas who was holding two blankets out towards me, silently asking which one I liked better, I knew exactly what to write.

Dear Lucas,

I didn't know how to write your letter, still don't honestly, but I'm giving this my best shot. When I first moved to Hawkins you were the one person who stood by my side. You invited me into your party, invited me to go out on Halloween with you all, and let me cry on the roof, and that was only the first few months I knew you. Leading up to the night of the Snowball I knew I wanted to kiss you, way before then actually had it gone through my mind.

That first kiss we shared, as cheesy as it is was the definition of magic. When you and I were together it just made sense. I'm sorry for all of the times I had broken up with you before and during the events at Starcourt, it was just me being stupid and petty, but never talk to me about my pimples again. I can see them too.

At Starcourt I was so afraid you were going to die. As selfish as it is, I'm glad it was Billy and not you any day. You held me at the funeral and as I cried for months on end until I just separated myself from all of you.

I never admitted to being the jealous type but I am, I so am. After you made the basketball team I would watch the girls' eyes follow you everywhere you went, and selfishly I wanted you all to myself again. I felt bad for being jealous and as I looked at the seemingly perfect cheerleaders with their rah - rah attitudes I thought you'd be better off with one of them. Someone who's happy, who is at your games, someone who is not broken. Someone who was not me.

I never told you the real reason for why I broke up with you, but just that I changed and I stuck to that story because part of it was true because I did change, but that didn't lead to the breakup.

The past few days have been hard, seeing you smile and glance at me like you care again, back to the night on the roof, sends me into a whirl and I just want to look and stare into your chocolate eyes until I get lost all over again. I guess that part of me hasn't changed.

In case something inevitably does happen, know that I'm sorry for how things worked out between us. You were truly the first person - other than my dad - to show me any love in this cruel world.

Thank you for everything, you mean the world to me and I'll miss you more than you know. Stay totally tubular Stalker.

Love, Madmax.