Daisies || Max Mayfield

Part 1, Finale 25: The Snowball

Content warning: Miek being fucking stupid and kind of homophobic

Two months later

"Are you going to the dance?" Max asked, the Friday before the week ended. The dance, in question, was the snowball. Which was happening tonight.

"Wasn't planning on it," I muttered.

"Lucas asked me. And Mike, Will, and Dustin are going," She explained. "You should come with us."

I frowned. "Is that okay? I mean, you guys have known me for like, two months."

She shrugged. "You seem cool."

"Okay then. I'll go."

"Cool."

"I will warn you, I have like, one dress."

"That's all you need."

They invited me over to Mike's to get ready with everyone. Well, Max invited me. Steve dropped me off with my backpack, then drove off somewhere.

"Hey!" Will waved from the Wheeler's doorstep. 

"Hi." I walked inside the house, kicking off my shoes and picking them up.

"Basement."

"Got it."

When I climbed down the stairs, I saw the strangest thing. Mike was dressed up. And he looked nice. 

"Hi Daisy." Max was still in her normal clothes, just pants, and a t-shirt.

"Hi." I set my bag on the couch and left my shoes by the bottom of the stairs.

"So, we're gonna eat dinner, and then go, got it?" Mike asked, standing next to Will.

"Got it." I nodded.

"We get the entire tiny bathroom to get ready," Max said sarcastically.

"Ooh, nice." I smiled.

"Do you want anything or did you already eat?" Mike asked me.

I did not already eat.

"No thanks, I already ate."

"Okay, so it's just me and Will then." He clapped his hands, turning to the staircase. "You guys get ready down here. We'll knock."

"Awesome." Max rolled her eyes as the two clambered back upstairs. Once they were gone, she turned back to me. "So, what're you wearing?"

"Wow, Max Mayfield cares about clothes for once." I raised my eyebrows, then grabbed my bag and pulled out the dress to show her.

It went just past my knees, with a flowy skirt and a sweetheart neckline, with skinny straps. It was black fabric, with no lace or anything else. 

"Cool." She grinned. "All I've got is a lame sweater dress."

"I bet it's not that lame."

"Bet." She pulled it out of her bag. It was dark blue, with red and yellow plaid lines, and yellow cuffs around the arms.

"Huh." I nodded. "It's not bad."

She rolled her eyes.

I left my jacket on the couch while we changed. It was new, kind of. After I got demo dog barf, spit, slime, guts, blood, and other shit all over it, I needed a new one. Steve gave me an old leather bomber jacket he had. It had massive pockets, which was amazing.