𝙎𝙃𝙀'𝙎 𝘼𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇, 𝙈𝙔 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇.
Diana Blake was who everyone in Hawkins wanted to be or be with. Her family name held power in the town and she wore her popularity like a crown. Until she discovered that her crown was made with...
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THE SNOWBALL DANCE — DECEMBER
"Ow! Diana!"
"Sorry." She chuckled and bit back a smile. Her eyes met Max's in the reflection of the mirror and she wondered if this was what having a little sister was like. Panicked phone calls acting as if the hairdo her mother did triggered the end of the world and demanding she drop everything to help her get ready for a school dance, even if it meant being late for her own date. There was a wholesome innocence to it all. "I should have warned you, I don't have much experience doing other people's hair."
Max gave her a dismissive wave. She was just thankful Diana agreed to help. "It's fine," she said, fidgeting with the clip in her hand. "It's better than what my mom did."
Diana's brows furrowed in concentration as she returned her focus back to the small braid trapped between her fingers. "Are you excited?"
"No." Max's response came too quickly to be convincing. Reluctantly, she nodded. "Maybe."
Diana held a palm out for the clip and in a teasing tone, asked, "Do your nerves have anything to do with a certain Lucas Sinclair?"
"Keep your voice down!" Max scolded, pushing the clip into her hand. She glared at her through the mirror then glanced at the open door that looked out into the living room. Billy had been sitting on the couch waiting for Diana to hurry up and she really didn't need him to overhear their conversation and make a big deal about who she's been spending her time with. "I told you that in confidence."
Diana shook her head with a certain fondness twinkling in her eyes. She would never share Max's secrets. Not with Billy and especially not after she pinky promised to keep the information to herself. "It's cute," she insisted, clipping the small braid to the side. "I remember my first Snowball Dance. Steve Harrington asked me to dance then spent the entire time stepping on my toes. If Lucas is anything like Steve, you should probably dance at a distance."
"I think he's a good dancer," Max replied, absentmindedly playing with the ends of her hair.
When Diana was finished, she smiled at the younger girl, then dug through her pockets to brandish a brand new tube of lip gloss. "I know it's a little stupid," she began, "but my sister gave me my first one before my Snowball and..."
Max looked down at the pink-tinted tube, slightly taken back by the small act of kindness, and then back up at her.
"I thought you should have one too, even if you never use it—"
Her sentence was interrupted by two arms wrapping around her waist and a body slamming into hers. Letting out a small sound of surprise that faded into a chuckle, she tightened her hold around her.
