Max Mayfield vs. the World || Elmax

3: Family Video

"Ugh." I rubbed my head, sitting up. A soda can rolled off my stomach and clattered on the floor.

"Wake up bitch." Mike threw another soda can at my head.

"What the fuck." I groaned, tossing the blanket off my legs. I was sitting on Mike's couch in the basement.

"Lucas had to go to work." He said.

"Ugh." I reached for my phone on the table. "It's two pm."

"I know." He jumped over the side of the couch, grabbing my blanket. "And my parents brought Holly to a movie I think. So we're home alone."

"Cool."

I noticed a new message on Instagram, from eleven_milkshakes.

Eleven Hopper: Is this Max from the party? We never got past first names, sorry.

Mike peered over my shoulder, reading the message. "Ooh."

"Shut up," I muttered, going to reply.

Me: Yeah hi

"No punctuation?" He asked, taking my phone. "She used perfect punctuation, now you look stupid!"

"I always look stupid, give me my phone back." I smacked him, and he put his arm over his head. I stopped to glare at him. "Mike give me my phone."

"Will you use punctuation next time and not be a complete dumbass?"

"Bitch you can't even spell punctuation." I jumped on the couch and then grabbed the phone from his hand. I however did not land the best and tripped over his feet on the floor. "Ugh, fuck you."

He laughed, picking me up.

"I can do it myself," I grumbled, brushing myself off.

"Did we ever get a time for when they're playing tonight?" He asked.

I frowned. "Nope."

"Huh." He rolled his eyes. "I'll ask Will."

"What?" I grinned, pulling his phone out of his hands. "You already talked to him?!"

"Yes." He grabbed the phone, but I held it on the other side of me so he couldn't reach it. "Now give it back, we were in the middle of a conversation."

"What do you mean the middle of a conversation? We're in the middle of a conversation." 

"Texting conversation." He took his phone, unlocking it. "We talked all night."

"Damn." I smiled, checking my phone to see if Eleven replied. "How late?"

"Until two am." He grinned, showing me a very long text chain. "So now, we're going on a date on Friday."

I clapped my hands. "Yay, Mike finally got a date!"

"Yes, I did." He smirked, locking his phone. "And we're going down at seven to help them set up."

"We're helping them set up?"

"Yeah, the drums take like twenty minutes to put together, but they need to do sound checks and stuff with all the amps, and they need to figure out where to run the power from." He shrugged. "So we're going an hour early."

"Okay." I nodded. "Can I stay here until then?"

"Yeah, wanna watch a movie?"

"Yes."

We watched The Edge of Seventeen, for the thirtieth time. Then we made box mac and cheese for dinner. And then it was already 5:30.