Lime Eyes - Eleven Hopper + Max Mayfield

Chapter 7: Conflicted Feelings

TW: Slurs, Max and Lili fight.

November 1, 1984

LILIANA

We arrive in front of the Harrington house. I nearly forgot the keys to enter the house. Because my older siblings would be the one to use it.

"Welcome to my house girls!"

I greeted, both of them laughed and I walked to the front door. Grabbed one of the keys and unlocked it, we enter the door and both of them. I see Max wandering through all the stuff we have.

"Max, it's just the hallways. How about I give you a proper tour of the house. El?"

She looks at us.

"Should we?"

They both nod and I both drag them out. First up is the kitchen. They sat down.

"It's just the kitchen, nothing in particular here,"

I said, then grabbed a bottle from the fridge. And I checked it's lime juice.

"Anyway, lime juice?"

I asked, they shook their heads and brought it back to the fridge. We leave the kitchen and go to a living room.

"This is the living room. If we do almost nothing, we stay here most of the time,"

I said, Eleven still looks at the TV.

"We should go upstairs. It's better than down here,"

I said, the three of us go upstairs and a bunch of doors are there.

"These doors are just for the bedrooms. One is for my parents,"

I pointed at a door in the edge.

"This is where my older brother Steve sleeps, and then my  older sister who is Steve's twin Tory,"

I pointed to the two adjacent doors. And looked at my bedroom.

"Then this is my bedroom,"

I unlocked the door and Eleven goes first, Max follows and I go last. I closed the door so that nobody would see us. Maybe Steve and Tory might come home and see us.

"Welcome to my bedroom,"

I greeted them, showing the guitar I own and the book collection I have. And then sat by the bed, both of them looking at me with their cute eyes.

Lili, Max's eyes aren't cute. Are you falling for her, don't do that! You have Eleven, she has the cute eyes

"You have a guitar at your house?"

Max asks.

"Yeah, I do it a couple of times. Do you want me to show you?"

I asked, grabbed the guitar from the stand. Then I plucked some strings on it, checking for the tone if something is wrong. Then I stopped, strummed the strings. I see their smiles illuminating over what I am doing.