Daisies || Max Mayfield

4: Couches

"Hey, guys." He climbed down a few steps so we could see his face, and waved. "What's up?"

"I thought you left me here?" I asked.

"Yeah, about that." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I forgot Nancy's my only friend."

"You guys just broke up," Mike said.

"Wha-you had a girlfriend?" I asked.

"Eh-"

"You can sleep on the couch." He continued. "As long as my dad's not there."

"Oh my god thank you-" He turned around and ran back upstairs. 

"Does this happen a lot?" I asked. 

"Only a few times a month." Mike shrugged. "But it's fine. Clearly something up at his house..." His voice faded as he realized who he was talking to. "Oh."

I shrugged. "Shit happens."

Max nodded. "I feel you."

Lucas glanced at Mike. "You two seem to be getting along?" He said, almost as if asking a question. 

"Yeah," Max replied.

I nodded, kind of afraid to say anything else.

"Does anyone want to play on my atari?" Mike asked suddenly, turning around with a gaming console in his hands. Lucas immediately sat up. "Yes."

"Alright. Daisy, you play?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"Perfect." He hooked the thing up to his tv and pressed a switch, lighting up the screen. 

Max looked at me. "Wanna do something while the boys are distracted?"

I shrugged. "What?"

"I don't know." She got up and led me behind another wall, where another couch and coffee table rested. "They're boring. Let's talk."

"Okay." 

"You staying the night as well?" She asked.

"Yeah. I know you are."

"Okay. I usually sleep over here, on the couch. You can sleep there if you want. You probably don't want to be around the guys though. They fart so much-"

"Ew."

"Yeah. And they try too make up stories to make their lives sound more interesting." She joked. "About this thing, a demogogan, and a girl named eleven with superpowers." She laughed, setting her feet on the table. "I still don't believe 'em though."

"Oh, okay." I nodded. "Where's eleven now?"

"Get this. She disappeared after killing the demogorgan." She smirked. "Never heard of her since. They don't have proof of her at all."

"Oh. Interesting." I nodded. "Was it the demogorgan from D&D?"

"Oh please tell me you're not a nerd." She groaned.

"No, my old school had a really big club." I replied. "Well, a few I think. They would play in the library during lunch, so I would always hear them talking about things like that."

"What school did you go to?"

"West side middle school." I explained.

"You lived on the west side?"

"Yeah, upper. My stepmom had a good job."

"What was it?"

"Some kind of fancy designer. I don't know, she took me with her to 'follow her dreams.'" I waved my hands around, emphasizing the dream part.