Sadie Sink imagines

M.M.| Not a love song

,,Eddie, man, she is so mad at me..." you told Eddie, your best friend.

You and Max got into a fight and now she wouldn't talk to you or come and see you.

,,B-but what have you done?" He asked you confused as he moved to sit on his bed.

,,Practically nothing. But um... she is mad that I spent too much time playing D&D with you guys. And she also says I don't spend like any time with her and stuff." You told him.

,,Oh, little one, you've screwed up..." He repsned after a while.

,,But...I mean she is right. But like what can I do to change it. These three days I haven't even come to any of the games I just stayed in front of her trailer and she didn't even let me in." You ecpamned.

Eddie looked over the room and his eyes stopped on his guitar. He smirked.

,,I might be having a few things in mind..." The curly boy said as the smirked never left his face.

You looked at him confused as you had no idea what was going on.

,,You can play the guitar, right?" Eddie asked you.

You taunted.

,,Of course I can." You repsned.

,,Good... cause you need to get home and write a song for her." He commanded.

You frowned.

,,A- a song?" You asked confused.

,,Mayfield might be all cold and sarcastic but I bet she is one of the girls whose feelings are coming from a great song. Plus, her headphones are always on her head." He told you.

He was right. She never took them off.

,,Now go!" He shouted as he pushed you out.

You got at your house and sat on your desk. A song... a song... you needed a song.

But what to include in it... Let's start like every other romantic song just describe your relationship.

I met you in high school
You were quite unique
I've never seen someone so cool
when they just breathe..

And your ocean blue eyes
that people see as cold as ice
I find them loving and deep
One look at me, I can't breathe

....

You thought a little. But nothing came to your head.

,,Ughhh..." You groaned.

,,What's up, sis?" You heard a voice behind you.

,,Robin, what do you want? I'm quite busy right now." You informed her as you had no time.

,,I just heard you anddd... here I came." Robin said as she got closer to you and looked at your notebook.

,,What are you writing?" She asked you.

,,A song. For Max." You answered.

,,And what's the matter with it?" The short haired girl asked you.

,,I can't continue it. I want it to be romantic. I've obviously screwed up some things and I wanted to say sorry and Eddie suggested to write a song but i can't get out anything else." You explained as you threw yourself dramatically on your bed.

Robin thought for a little and then she spoke.

,,That's your problem, Y/n." She said.

Your frowned in confusion.

,,You are trying to write a LOVE song. But Max isn't this type of girl. And your relationship isn't this type of relationship. I mean, yeah, you love her and stuff but she isn't into these girly things and you know it." Robin explained.

Your eyes widen. Robin was right. The answer was right in front of you and you were looking everywhere else but at it.

You grabbed the pen and started writing like a writing machine.

Robin laughed and tapped your shoulder. Then she left.

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,,Max!" You shouted in front of the window of her room.

,,I know you can hear me!" You said.

,,I wanted to say I'm sorry! I'm sorry for spending too much time with Hellfire and not with you. I wanted to say I'm sorry. But I never really found the right words." You said.

,,So I wrote this...piece of crap that says it all and I hope you like it." You finished as you pulled your guitar and moved your fingers through it making some noise.

,,I met you in high school
You were quite unique...
I'd never seen someone so cool
as they just breathe...

And your ocean blue eyes
sometimes as cold as ice,
I find them loving and sweet
just one look and I can't breathe..."

You sang as you stopped to take breath.

,,But no matter what I sing
You wouldn't feel it.
I know it's not your thing
And I got you, Mayfield.

Cause I know...
You like skateboards and Kate Bush.
You are always in some rush.
I know you're not like the other girls.
Cause you are my girl...

And you are usually a mess.
Always acts careless.
That's what everyone else says.
And you quite agreeee.

But for meee

For me you are a big mess
That makes me act careless.
And I am going to confess
I never felt this amount of happiness.

But if you ask...
about all this...
I'll be strong
AND I'M GONAN TELL YOU THIS IS NOT A LOVE SONG."

You shouted the last sentence.

,,Ohhhhh...
Not a love song...
Not a love song...

Cause I know my girl and she doesn't like love songs."

You finished.

But there was no sight of Max. Not a light in the house, not a move, not a sound.

Maybe she wasn't home? Maybe she was asleep? Maybe--

A million questions statted bumping into your head but they all stopped once you saw it.

Once you saw her running up to you. You dropped your guitar and she threw herself in your arms.

You hugged her. Your arms around her waist, hers around your neck.

A hug you both didn't pull away form for a while.

Then the ginger girl looked at you.

,,That was the worst love song I've ever heard." Max said as she giggled.

You giggled back.

,,Because it was Not A Love Song." You repsned.

Then you both giggled and she pressed her lips against yours.

It worked. You won her back. And you weren't willing to let her go again.