𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, stranger things

everything i wanted

tw // self harm

It'd been about a month since the Byers moved away, and about four months since the worst night of Sam's life.

The party, besides Will and El, were at the twins' house, having a movie night. As Gremlins played on the TV, Sam started zoning out as she was leaned against Max, sitting between her legs. She snapped out of it when she felt Max start playing with her hair.

"I'm—" Sam cleared her throat. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom."

"Want us to pause it?" Dustin asked as Sam stood up.

"No, it's okay."

After about five minutes, Sam came back to the living room, wearing a hoodie instead of the t-shirt she was wearing before. As none of the boys thought anything of it, Max had a feeling something happened.

Before Sam had the chance to sit back down, Max stopped her and grabbed her hand. "Can we talk for a second?" Max asked her.

"Sure." Sam began biting the inside of her cheek as Max stood up and they started walking to the twins' bedroom.

"Hurry!" Mike yelled. "We're not pausing it!"

Max shut the door behind them, Sam asking, "What is it?"

"Did you.. relapse? You changed, so I just.." Max trailed off.

Sam focused her eyes on the piece of hair that was pulled from Max's ponytail, the eye contact making her more nervous than usual. "No, I just got cold."

"You're not a good liar, you know?"

Sam thought for a moment before sitting on the bottom bunk. "I'm—I'm sorry. I know I was doing good," she said, her leg slightly shaking.

"Hey, no. It's okay. I'm not mad." Max sat next to her girlfriend, grabbing both of her hands. "It's gonna take you a while to get better, and I know that. I just want you to try to talk to me."

"We were supposed to have fun tonight. I didn't wanna ruin it. I was fine 'til I zoned out and all this shit just hit me again."

"I told you that you never ruin anything, remember? Come here," Max whispered, pulling her in for a hug.

"Can you not tell them, please?" Sam asked as she pulled away. "I don't wanna make it a big deal."

"Sure," Max said, resting a hand on Sam's knee. "Did you clean yourself up, though? And be honest, please."

"No," she answered hesitantly. "But I'll do it later."

"Well, I'm doing it now. Come on," Max said before standing up and holding out her hand. Sam took her hand and they walked out of the room together.

"What are you guys doing?" Lucas yelled.

"Just give us a minute!" Max replied as the two walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind them.

Sam sat on the edge of the tub as Max grabbed bandages and a washcloth from the cabinet under the sink.

Once they were done, Sam put her sweatshirt back on and went to open the door. Before she did, Max pulled her arm and embraced her in a tight hug, lightly shaking her a few times before letting go.

"I'm getting tired," Sam said. "I think I'm gonna go to bed."

"I'll come with you," Max smiled.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. The boys can last a couple hours without us."

A grub spread on Sam's face as she opened the bathroom door, making her way to her room.

"We're going to bed!" Max called out to the boys.

"Really? It's not even ten yet!" Dustin argued.

Neither of the girls responded, instead just walking to the twins' room and turning off the lights. Sam grabbed her walkman and headphones off the desk before climbing up the latter with Max.

Still sitting up, Sam put on her headphones and pressed play, turning up the volume so Max could hear. She laid down closely to Max, leaning her head on her shoulder.

"Thank you for everything," Sam spoke quietly.

"Hey. That kind of talk scares me."

"Sorry. I just mean.. you do more for me than you have too."

"You don't need to thank me. I'd do anything for you."

a/n
i'm sorry for not posting much!! i don't have that much time for writing and i'm trying to work on a new story, too
and i think my writing has gotten a lot better since i wrote season three so expect season four to be less shitty :))