❝who are you?❞
❝Lila Hargrove, pleasure to meet you. And you are?❞
-𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔶. Lila Hargrove, California to Hawkins, meets four boys and one girl who may be the answer to the upside down problem.
[stranger things 2-4]
[oc x will byers]
[1 in byers 1...
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❝And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God
and I'd get him to swap our places.❞
-running up that hill, kate bush
ONCE AGAIN, CAR RIDES WERE SUFFOCATING AND SILENT. Yet, the one's Lila had before were nothing compared to the one they were enduring today. It was as if the others were a test trial. At first, she'd sat closest to the door to not be caught in the crossfire of Lucas' helpless glances to Max, but that didn't mean she couldn't feel it.
For the majority of the drive from Mike's house to where Max and her mother resided, she had her head leant against the window, facing the realisation that this could literally be one of the last times she'd talk to Max, sit next to her. Lila wasn't one to switch up last second, but this was truly testing her morals and beliefs.
When they arrived, Lila thought Max was initially speaking to Lucas, but she wasn't. "Can you come with?" She did a double take, sending her a look of disbelief — Max wasn't playing around though. "Just do it."
"This better be fast," Steve commented.
Lila sighed, before stepping out of the car along with her. They didn't waste time treading across the short, rocky path that led up the steps to the trailer house. Opening the door invited a new sense of air. Homely and welcoming — much more than where she resided with her father. For a split second, she wished she could've stayed here.
"Did you think?" Max asked, while laying her letters on the table. "About what I asked you before."
She inhaled, pushing the sunglasses up on her head when they slipped. "You told me not to but I did anyway."
"And?" she pushed. Lila looked around the place, seeing how it had changed from the last time she'd been here. Catching a glimpse of someone through a parted curtain, she stopped. She hadn't seen her in a long time — her face fell slightly. Max caught what she was looking at. "Prove it."
Her gaze ripped off it. "Max —"
"Lila," she interrupted sternly. "Prove it. Even if its the last time. She wasn't the problem and you know it."
"She kinda was, though."
Max wordlessly picked up her bag, dragging Lila by the arm to their back garden. Strangely for a girl like her, she didn't protest a bit. As soon as Max called for her mom, something felt off. If Lila tried to pinpoint what it was, she would miss completely, no matter how hard she tried.
