Radical | A stranger things story

45: Going Out

It's been about a week of me trying to get Max to come outside and hang out, but she's a tough cookie to crack. I walk over to her house and go inside. Her parents stopped caring when I come inside as long as I shut the door behind me.

I was going to go into Max's room, but I haven't been hanging out with Billy much, so I knock on his door instead.

"Yeah," he groans.

"Can I come in?" I ask.

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbles.

I walk in and see him laying down. Him and Max are going through something and I don't know how to help.

"Uhm, do you want to go see a movie or something? Hang out?" I ask.

"I'm really hungover today," he excuses.

"I thought you weren't going to a party yesterday," I frown.

"I ended up going," he sighs.

"Well, how come you didn't call?" I question.

"It was late, and I didn't want to bother you," he says.

I sigh and walk out of his room.

"Where are you going?" he questions, now sitting up.

"Maybe a friend's house. I'll see you later" I sigh.

"What friend?" He asks.

"Steve or Robin most likely," I say. "Maybe I'll go with them to the movies."

He's silent for a while and just stares at me. I roll my eyes, irradiated, and walk out of his house and back to mine.

I pick up the phone and dial Steve.

"Hello?" Steve calls outs

"Hello, Mr. Harrington," I chuckle.

"Oh, hey Y/N! How've you been?" He asks, his tone softening.

"You know, just keeping on keeping on I guess," I answer.

"Something wrong?" He asks.

"No," I reply.

"Y/N, you know if something's up-"

"Let's go watch a movie together today, yeah?" I offer.

"Oh, sure. What do you want to see?" Steve questions.

"I was thinking breakfast club, just came out," I smile.

"Oh I've been wanting to see that too, what time?"

"Around 4:00?" I question.

"Sounds good- great," he laughs.

His laugh was almost like a nervous laugh, it was cute.

"Well, I'm going to get ready and I'll meet you there?" I ask.

"No, I'll pick you up," he chuckles.

"Oh, are you sure?" I hesitate.

"Yeah, why?" He questions.

"I don't know... Billy might-," I start.

"I don't care. Billy isn't important. Not today," he says sternly.

"Okay," I smile.

"Okay," he says. "I'll pick you up around 3:35, okay?"

"Sounds good," I say.

"Good," he says as I hear him chuckle under his breath.

"See you then," I snort.

"See ya," he chuckles.