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17. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤.

Chapter 17~ The monster and the superhero.

"I feel so bad for Eddie, he has to be alone in that boat house all night." Dustin said, finally breaking the silence as they were all gathered in Ziggy and Robin's living room, they all took turns in murmuring 'I knows.' In response to him, "how do you think he's feeling about everything we told him?" Max asked.

"Probably the same way I was feeling except, you know, he's most likely suspect number one to the police right now for Chrissy's murder." Ziggy pursed her lips, grabbed a pretzel out of the bowl on the table and licked off the salt, "shit- he's so fucked." Dustin said under his breath, "here you go." Ziggy handed Max the pretzel that she had just licked, causing everyone to look in disgust, "thank you." Max smiled, "what the hell are you doing?!" Steve questioned, "giving Max a pretzel?"

"You just licked it." Dustin chimed in, "so?" Max shrugged, "I like the salt and Max likes the pretzel."

"That's disgusting." Robin stated, "we literally put our tongues in each others mouths." Max grinned, "wait what?!" Steve widened his eyes, "you guys are dating?" He pointed between them, "seriously Steve, catch up." Dustin rolled his eyes.

"Well no one told me." He looked to Max, "last time I saw you, you were telling us that you were in love with Ziggy." Max scrunched up her face at Steve's confession, "thanks Steve."

"Oh really?" Ziggy smirked at her, "shut up." She shoved her.

"Okay this is great and all but I think I've had enough excitement for today." Steve got up with Dustin following him, "meet here tomorrow at eight." Robin said, "does it have to be that early?" Dustin asked, receiving glares from everyone, "okay bye." The two boys walked out.

"Can you stay the night?" Ziggy turned to Max, "I was going to stay anyway." She smiled, "good." She smiled back, "night Robin." Max said, receiving a look from Ziggy, "what?" She shrugged, "nothing." Ziggy pursed her lips.

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"So." Max slowly approached Ziggy's bed that she was already sitting in, crossed legged, wearing shorts and a bra, "so...come over here." Ziggy smiled and grabbed her hand, instantly pulling her down so she could kiss her, "wait-" Max tried to speak but struggled to stop kissing her, "Ziggy." She smiled and reluctantly pulled away, "I don't wanna stop kissing you." She breathed out, "then why did you?" Ziggy smirked.

"Because I need to talk to you about something first." Her face turned more serious, "okay.." Ziggy sat up and gave her full attention to Max, "can we talk about what Robin told you today?"

"And what's that?" She pretended to be naive, "Ziggy." She sighed, "Max- like I said there's nothing to talk about. I don't care."

"You do care though. I know you do." She persisted, "you could not be more wrong right now."

"Ziggy. We both know you keep stuff in until you can't handle it anymore. You can't keep putting yourself through that, you haven't cried over Chrissy since the night she died."

"Can we not talk about Chrissy?!"

"Okay then, can we at least talk about your dad?"

"He's not my dad." She started to raise her voice, "he is." Max pressed on, "why are you trying to push this?!" Ziggy suddenly shouted, "what the fuck, if I don't want to call some asshole my dad then I have every right not to, it's not your choice to tell me wether he is or not. You weren't there when he put me and Robin through fucking hell." Her eyes started to tear up, "Zig-" Max breathed out and touched her arm which she quickly pulled away, "no." She turned over and brought the covers over her shoulder, "I'm sorry."