𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒, max mayfield

xx. 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊

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┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° s3; chapter two, act two
✧.*✎ finally kissing in a bathroom

JULY 1ST, 1985

translations google translate used so may be inaccurate :
imaginer : imagining
elle est imaginer ce que font les garçons ; she is imagining what the boys are doing
c'est pour rire ; it's for fun
êtes-vous trois cache quelque chose de moi ; are you three hiding something from me
non : no
non nous ne sommes pas : no we are not

so from my last book u know in s4 wendy cuts her hair as like all of you said yes so !! let's get excited <33

⸺ ❝ 𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 wanna make her mine ! " wendy grabbed maxs hands, pulling her close and singing obnoxiously into one of els hairbrushes.

the four had gone back to janes home after all that happened at the mall. eleven and gwendolyne sat on elevens bed, flipping through one of the magazines they bought in the stores

" and she's watching him with those eyes. " max continued, her other hand holding a pink hairbrush.

" and she's loving him with that body i just know it. " the two pulled away, but their free hands still held by a string. they were both smiling wide, they'd be lying if they didn't dance around wendy's room to music a lot.

" yeah, and she's holding her in his arms late, late at night . . . " the two knew the chorus was coming next, they both started to jump up and down.

" you know i wish that i jessie's girl ! " max dropped the brush, grabbing wendy's arms and pulled her close ; her hands going up to cup the side of her face and sing loudly in her face ; wendy cracking out in another toothy grin and giggling.