In which, Robin Buckley's younger sister tries to help save Hawkins from Vecna while nursing a broken heart over her dead boyfriend and being a part of an unexpected love triangle.
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Contains dark themes (drug use, death, g...
( songs for the chapter ) are you lonesome tonight? // elvis presley la llorona // chavela vargas
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The car ride to the trailer park was completely silent. Tension dancing around freely to the sound of the song playing on the radio.
Ruby hated tension. Despised it. It made her nervous. Whenever she could she will try to break it. It's just how she's wired. But there was no way to ease it this time.
Max was sitting along with a fidgety Lucas and an almost oblivious closed eyed Dustin, looking out the window of the moving vehicle with what seemed like despair in her gorgeous ocean blue eyes. Her head, resting against the car seat, and her attention, focused on the woods passing by while the brunette's eyes in the passenger seat were focused solely on her through the rare view mirror.
Max is beautiful. Her soft fair, almost pale skin, her fiery red hair that contrasts her fierce personality so perfectly, her rosy cheeks that would blush wildly when she was happy, her smile that made the corners of her lips dimple, her laugh that lit up the whole room and made her eyes sparkle.
Oh, those eyes.
So incredibly blue, so serene, so gorgeous. The way they resembled Billy's eyes was extraordinary. They weren't related and yet, so many things about them could suggest otherwise. The way their eyebrows furrowed when they couldn't understand something. The way their top lip quivered when they were mad. The way their nose scrunched when they were disgusted. The way they rolled their eyes when they were annoyed. The way those same eyes look when they're sad. When they're hurt. When they're broken to pieces. When they're scared.
It all comes down to the eyes. They never lie, if you know how to detect the truth. If you know what you're looking for.
And Ruby knew. She looked into those eyes for months. Every single day.
Her boyfriend's eyes were the prettiest thing in the world. More blue than the ocean itself, than the sky on the most perfect spring day, when it's not too hot and not too cold. When the trees reclaim their green leaves that the cold winter of Indiana forced them to get rid of to make space for the pure white snow. When the flowers begin to bloom yet again in their vibrant and cheerful colors who bring a message of hope for the warmth and sunshine of summer that's just around the corner. When there isn't a single cloud disturbing the periwinkle blanket covering the blossoming, bright earth. They were calming and reassuring and safe. They were full of love. Precious, unconditional love.
And they're gone now. He's gone now.
But Max is here. And she has the same eyes. She is just as important to Ruby as Billy was. She loves her just as much. Except this love is sisterly, not romantic. But it hurts just as much to see your family in pain as it is your lover.
Seeing Max like this hurt. It hurt so damn much. Seeing how clueless and scared she was. Not anyone can notice that, but Ruby did. And it seemed like Lucas did too, given how he was flipping over the letter in his hands again and again. How he sighed every time her stole a glimpse of her. He was nervous. Rightly so, of course. They all were. You could see though, that poor Lucas had so much to say, but something was stopping him. Instead, he just played with his letter, probably wondering what's written in it.
