I'm your comfort cant you see

stranger things

*third person*

It was the summer of 1985 in Hawkins, Indiana. The town was bustling with excitement as the Fourth of July celebrations were just around the corner. Max Mayfield, with her fiery red hair and rebellious spirit, was spending her days at the newly opened Starcourt Mall with her friends. She was known for her skateboarding skills and fearless attitude.

Meanwhile, Eleven, the girl with psychokinetic abilities, was adjusting to her newfound freedom. She had been living with Hopper for a while now, and her life was starting to resemble something close to normal. She longed to experience the ordinary joys of being a teenager.

One sunny afternoon, Max and Eleven found themselves at the same ice cream shop at Starcourt Mall. Max was ordering her favorite, a double scoop of rocky road, while Eleven was hesitating in front of the colorful array of flavors.

"You know, it's okay to try something new once in a while," Max said with a mischievous grin as she noticed Eleven's uncertainty.

Eleven looked at Max with a hint of curiosity. "What do you recommend?"

Max's eyes lit up. "How about a scoop of chocolate chip cookie dough? It's the bomb!"

Eleven nodded, and the ice cream vendor scooped up a cone of the recommended flavor. As Eleven took her first bite, her face lit up with delight. "This is amazing!"

Max smirked in satisfaction. "Told you!"

From that moment, Max and Eleven began spending more time together. They would go shopping at the mall, hang out by the pool, and even have late-night movie marathons at Eleven's house. Max introduced Eleven to the world of skating, and Eleven, in turn, showed Max the wonders of her telekinetic abilities.

Their friendship quickly grew into something deeper. They found comfort in each other's company, and their bond was unlike any other. Max admired Eleven's strength and resilience, while Eleven admired Max's confidence and fearlessness.

One evening, as they sat on Eleven's bedroom floor, surrounded by an array of snacks and blankets, Eleven mustered the courage to ask, "Max, what's it like to be in love?"

Max, surprised by the question, took a moment to respond. "Well, it's like... fireworks. It's like feeling all warm and happy inside, like nothing else matters when you're with that person."

Eleven gazed at Max, her eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and longing. "Have you ever been in love?"

Max hesitated for a moment before confessing, "Once. But it didn't end well."

Eleven reached out and held Max's hand. "I think I might be in love, Max."

Max's heart skipped a beat. She turned to Eleven, their faces inches apart, and whispered, "With who?"

Eleven leaned in, and their lips met in a soft, sweet kiss. It was a moment filled with the magic of young love, fireworks exploding in their hearts. As they pulled away, Max smiled, "I think I might be in love too, El."

Their love story continued to grow, entwining their lives amidst the supernatural mysteries of Hawkins. Together, Max and Eleven faced the challenges of being teenagers, navigating friendship, and discovering the true meaning of love in a world filled with strange and extraordinary things.