The other Mayfield (Will Byers X Reader)

002. Mad-max and g/n

~Y/N POV~

The next morning, Max and I woke up early—we had one goal: hit the arcade. Back in California, we were the best at video games, so we figured Hawkins wouldn't be any different.

Downstairs, we grabbed a quick breakfast and ate in comfortable silence. When we finished, we dropped our dishes in the sink and headed for the door, until a hand slammed against it, stopping us in our tracks.

Billy.

"Where do you two think you're going?" he asked, voice low and annoyed.

"We're going to the arcade," I replied, equally annoyed.

"Watch your tone, you little brat," he snapped. "It's my job to make sure you two don't do anything stupid."

He let go of the door and stalked past me, purposefully knocking his shoulder into mine.

"Asshole," I muttered under my breath.

"What was that?" Billy spun around, eyes narrowed.

Max raised her eyebrows, clearly trying not to laugh.

"I said—"

"Enough, both of you," Neil barked, stepping into the room with a half-empty beer bottle in hand.

He barely glanced at us before pointing at Billy. "Take them to the arcade. It's too far to walk."

"I've got stuff to do," Billy protested.

"No, you don't. You can take some damn responsibility and drive them. You hear me?" Neil stepped closer, challenging him.

Billy hesitated. "Yes, sir." His voice cracked slightly.

"Good. Now move."

Without another word, Billy stormed out. Max and I exchanged smirks and followed him out to the car.

I jumped in the front, Max in the back. The engine roared to life, and Billy cranked the music up loud, like, ear-shattering loud.

"You're such a little shit, you know that?" he sneered at me.

"You're such an asshole, you know that?" I shot back, reaching for the volume knob.

He slapped my hand away. "Don't mock me. You're lucky I'm even driving you at all!" he snapped.

I turned away, the smile fading from my face as I stared out the window.

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We pulled up to the arcade. Max and Billy were already arguing about when he'd be back to pick us up. As soon as he drove off, Max and I flipped him off in sync and walked inside, finally free.

Max made a beeline for Dig Dug. I stood beside her, cheering like a coach on game day.

"Don't dig that way!" I shouted. "Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"I'm trying!" she yelled back.

"Kill it! Go that way!"

"I'm going!"

After all the yelling, Max's score flashed across the screen: 751,300.

"Holy crap," I said, grinning. "You just crushed that Dustin guy, he only had 650,990."

"Damn right I did." She stepped back proudly.

I stepped up next, popped in a few coins, and typed in my name before diving into the game.

My fingers flew across the controls, and before long, I climbed the scoreboard. Eventually, I slid into the Top 3, just above Dustin's name.

I was on a roll, until a Fygar caught me off guard.