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6h55min p.m.

It's been a few hours since Max arrived at the Wheeler's house.
After Max calmed down, the two teens decided they should just go down the basement and play something.

After a few minutes of deciding, they chose UNO.

Horrible idea.

"I won!"
Max exclaimed after winning for the sixth round in a row, a wide smile on her face.

"Not fair! You cheated!"
Mike glared at her.

"Did not!"
Max defended.

"Yes you did!"
Mike argued.

They stuck their tongues at each other, glaring playfully.

Did anything even change at all? I mean, they are still fighting.

Yes. It did.

They normally would never hang out together.
Of course, they wouldn't just change in minutes like that. It takes time.

But they knew their friendship would last.

Mike no longer saw her as an annoying little girl.

Max no longer saw him as an insensitive asshole.

No, they're friends now.

"Seven or nine cards?"
Mike asked as he handed the cards for next round.

"Nine!"
Max exclaimed, taking a sip of her fourth cup of chocolate milk.

Mike nodded and gave her three more cards, turning to his side and taking nine cards for himself.

Just as Max was about to throw a card, the two teens heard a knock, followed by loud laughter from outside.

They looked at each other and to the stairs, knowing it was their friends.

"How the fuck do we explain the fact that I'm here? No way I'm telling them I was crying!"
Max panicked.

The girl the image of a "tough, badass, strong girl".
She didn't want her friends to know.

"We can just tell them you ended up coming earlier, because Billy had to do something and couldn't drop you off later."
Mike said.

"Yes! That'll work. Let's go."
Max agreed, running up the stairs to the door.

"Hey! Wait for me!!"
Mike said, running behind her.

Max opened the door, greeting her friends.

"Max? Why are you here earlier?"
Dustin asked confused. Max is usually late.

"Billy had shit to do and made me come earlier, since he couldn't drop me off later."
She lied, shrugging.

It came out so natural, like it was the truth.

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