Chapter 3: The Case of the Missing Lifeguard

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June 30, 1985.

Abby Pov:

after a few hours, we decided to have a sleepover at hopper's cabin.

hopper is not home yet.

we're all currently in el's room.

el and i are sitting on her bed, looking at some magazines, and max is dancing around, singing to angel.

i look at el's magazine, and see ralph macchio.

"i see you found ralph macchio." i spoke and smiled.

"macchio?" el questions.

max sits down on the bed.

"yeah, he's the karate kid." max spoke.

"hai-yah!" max said as she pretends chopping a board.

el and i chuckle.

"he's so hot, right? i bet he's an amazing kisser, too." i smirk.

"hey!" max frowns and hits my arm.

"ow! sorry." i smile at her as she smiles back.

"hey, uh... is mike a good kisser?" max asks el.

"i don't know... he's my first boyfriend." el replied.

"ex-boyfriend." max corrects.

el slowly looks down.

"hey, don't worry about it, ellie." i told el.

"yeah, he'll come crawling back to you in no time, begging for forgiveness." max tells el.

"i guarantee you, he's, like, totally wallowing in self-pity and misery right now. he's like, 'oh, i hope she takes me back.' " max does an impression of mike.

we all laugh.

"god, what i wouldn't give to see his stupid face." max said.

el looks down as if she is thinking about something.

"what is it, ellie?" i ask her.

she looks at both of us, and smirks.

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so, el tells us, she could spy on them.

el sits on the floor, putting on her blindfold, with the radio static crackling.

"is this really a good idea?" i ask.

"why does it matter? we're just going to see what they're doing." max replied.

"yeah, but isn't it basically spying?" i ask, but they ignored me.

"is this really gonna work?" max asks el.

el nods.

"holy shit, this is insane." max smiles widely.

"max." el spoke. it was a sign for max to be quiet.

"yeah, quiet. i'm sorry." max replied as she stops talking.

we wait a few moment, and el spoke again.

"i see them." el spoke.

max sits on the floor, while i still sit on the bed.

"what are they doing?" max asks el.

"eating." el replied.

a few moments later...

"they say we are 'species.' " el spoke.

"what?" i spoke.

" 'emotion, not logic.' " el said.

"what?" max raises her voice a bit.

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