Mature Warning ⚠️
all aged 18 & Over
The party consisted of the 6 of them
they all shared one dorm room apartment
3 rooms. 6 of them.
they made it work
El & Mike hated eachother. always have.
but they didn't mean they shouldn't sleep together r...
Eleanor Hopper. 18. Collage student. Studying Social Services. Brunette. Long hair. Hazel Eyes. Spunky. Fun. Beautiful. Adopted. Life of the Party.
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Michael Wheeler. 19. Collage student. Studying Music & Literature. Long jet black hair. Deep eyes. Tall. Nerdy but attractive. Came from a good family. Leader of the party.
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Flashbacks
The party was first created in Grade One.
Mike, Will, & Lucas were all best friends. The boys didn't do anything without eachother. Sandbox, swings, running around, it was always them together. Mike and Lucas lived on the same street, Will just a little further.
In Grade Three there was a new kid in thier class. Dustin Henderson. He was really friendly. Nice to everyone and tried to befriend everyone. He got made fun of a lot due to hos condition. Something the three boys could relate too. Mike would get made fun of for being too smart. Lucas for his skin color. And Will because people thought he dressed poor. So they took Dustin in no problem. A party of 4. The four of them did everything together. Building Legos together, drawing, didn't matter that what 4 friends were always together.
They didn't want anything to change, but of course it would. Garde 5. Grade 5 was horrible for Michael. A new student. Max Mayfeild. Red head. Mike didn't pay her much attention when she entered the classroom. But Lucas and Dustin did. Mike didn't see the appeal. Girls were gross in his eye. Mike walked into class one day and she was at his table. Mike wasn't happy about him. Him and the boys of the party fought for weeks abiut it. Mike was outnumbered. They all agreed they could have one girl in the party. Max was basically a tomboy so she fit in fine. He eventually warmed up to the idea. Party of 5. Mike was just happy to have 4 friends. They did everything together. Ice cream truck, movie nights, video games. Once they all got thier own bikes in 6th grade thier parents trusted them to go out and about on thoer streets.
Grade 7. Middle school. The party grew up. Suddenly the boys weren't so grossed out by girls. They all hung out together all the time. It was the middle of the year. A knock outside of the A/V room as the boys were working away and Max was just reading a book. Mr Clarke opened up the door.
"Hey boys! Max! I was hoping you guys could do me a favor?" He asked.
"Sure thing Mr.Clarke what do you need?" Dustin said cheerfully.
"We have a new student starting here today. They have science class once the bell rings. I have to go grab some papers. Can you show them to class please?" He asked.
"Sure thing!" Will smiled.
"Alright. Eleanor right in here, they will take good care of you" Mr Clarke smiled and walked away.
El stood at the door awkwardly, rocking back and forth in her heels.
Max smiled jumping up "Hey! I'm Max Mayfeild!" She exclaimed holding out her hand.
El smiled softly and took it "El Hopper" She nodded.
Max went around doing introductions. El was a nice girl. A little shy. New to town.
Mike watched her as she made her way around. He had never been into a girl before. But El. He couldn't stop and notice how beautiful she was. Sweet. Delicate. Is this what Lucas felt like around Max?
"And this is Mike. Now don't take offense if he doesn't like you, he hated me at first" Max laughed.
Mike rolled his eyes and looked at El.
"Don't worry I don't like nerds anyways" El said coming off cold. Mikes eyesbrows furrowed together. He always put up walls around new people. But she seemed nice. After that comment they were back up.
"And I don't like bitchy girls" He retorted.
El rolled her eyes at him but Max laughed.
And that was the rocky start to their relationship.
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El was added tonthe party in a vote. 5-1 in favor of El joining. Of course the one not wanting was just Mike.
Max and El became best friends. Max finally had a girl to do girl stuff with instead of the guys. While they did A/V, Max would teach El to skateboard or read magazines.
One day there was a group sleeperover at Wills place, hos mom would be shaperoning and there was a spare room for the girls.
Els apodtive dad Hopper was dropping her off. He walked to the door to meet Wills mom. Only to find out Byers. It should've sounded familiar. Joyce Byers. Apparently him and Wills mom use to go to highschool together. Well that was a start to something beautiful. Eventually Els dad and Wills mom got together. Which was neat. El loved Will. He was so sweet and nice. So they were able to grow closer.
Even though she was last to be added to the party she always felt welcomed by them all. All expect for Mike.
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El slammed the door to the apartment. Storming in soaked. Max looked up wife eyed.
"El what happened to you?!"
Before she could answer the door swung open again, Mike Wheeler gasping for air as he laughed.
"Him!! That asshole is what happened!" She yelled.
"Guys quiet down before we get another noise complaint" Will complained from the couch.
"I hate him. I don't know why I agreed to move in" she groaned taking off her soaked jacket.
"You could always move out. I'll gladly help move you out" He smirked.
"No! No one's moving out. What happened?" Max asked.
"I was coming home from work when a car decided to drive close to the curb to hit major puddles to get me soaked!"
"You should've seen her face! It was priceless!" Mike laughed.
"I hate you!" El yelled at him
"I hate you too" He smiled and winked.
El stormed off to her room she thankfully with Max and got changed.
"Do you have to be so mean to her?" Will sighed.
"Yes. That's how our relationship works" Mike shrugged.
"Maybe you guys should just fuck and get your anger out" Max suggested.
