it was now summer, and everything had gone back to normal for the party. eleven and mike were together, and so was arlo and max. there was even something going on between apollo and steve.
(max mayfield x fem!oc)
(steve harrington x male!oc)
(seaso...
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 outside of the gate that surrounded the community pool, looking inside for anything weird. they were taking turns on looking through lucas' binoculars to see billy, who had perched in the lifeguard chair, wearing a blanket, a shirt, a hat, and some sunglasses. arlo had her walkman clipped to shorts with the headphones on her ear, needing something to calm her down. the smiths were blasting through the headphones, the harrington girl having one pushed back so that she'd be able to hear everyone.
"i don't know. he looks pretty normal to me." max told everyone as she looked through the binoculars at her stepbrother.
"normal?" lucas repeated. "how many times have you seen him with a shirt on?"
"i mean, it's a little weird." max shrugged, pulling the binoculars away.
"more than a little." mike corrected. "he was in a tub with ice. the mind flayer likes it cold. plus everything else -"
"but he's lounging at the pool, which is, like, the least mind flayer thing ever." max interrupted.
"not necessarily." will chimed in, making the group turn to look at him. "the mind flayer likes to hide. he only used me when he needed me. it's like - like you're dormant. and then, when he needs you, you're activated."
