~~Y/N POV~~
"Are you sure you can't come with us?" Max asked as we stepped outside, the cool breeze ruffling our hair while we walked toward our bikes.
"I'm sure, Max. I promised Dustin that I'd come back today," I replied, glancing at both her and Eleven.
"Okay, but if we find something—" Max started, cutting herself off mid-sentence, "which I'm not saying we will—you promise you'll come back."
"I promise. Oh, and Eleven, if Mike gives you any problems, call me. I'll be there in a flash," I added, giving her a reassuring look. Eleven nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"Okay," she said softly.
"Well, I better go," I said, hopping onto my bike. "You know what—can you hand me my skateboard?" I asked.
Eleven quickly grabbed it and stuffed it into my bag before waving goodbye. I returned the wave and pushed off, the wheels of my bike crunching against the pavement as I headed off toward the adventure that awaited us.
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Once I got there, I parked my bike and rifled through my bag.
"Okay—flashlight, walkie-talkie, skateboard, comics—all check. Well, let's go," I muttered to myself, before pushing through the mall doors and heading down the elevator toward Scoops Ahoy.
When I arrived, I waved at Robin, who was dealing with Lucas's insufferable little sister, and made my way to the back. The room was empty.
"Hey, where are Dingus number one and two?" I asked.
"Like I said before: 'Spycraft,'" she replied nonchalantly.
I dropped my bag and began searching for a sailor's uniform. As I got closer to a cluster of teenagers hidden behind some plants, I finally found them sitting on the ground.
"Hello, weirdos," I greeted, plopping down beside them.
"Look who it is," Dustin said with a grin. I waved him off.
"Continue. Don't let me stop you," I added, scanning the room.
"Oh, and what exactly are we looking for?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Yeah, I guess I don't exactly know what we're looking for either," Steve admitted.
"Evil Russians," Dustin said, and I hummed in understanding.
"Yeah, exactly. I don't know what an Evil Russian looks like," Steve said, looking around.
"Tall, blonde, not smiling," Dustin stated matter-of-factly.
"No, look for earpieces, camo, and duffel bags. Gosh, Dustin, you can't just describe it like it's a picture in a book," I said, giving him a pointed look.
"Well, sorry," Dustin replied sarcastically.
"Right. Okay, duffel bags," Steve repeated, scanning more carefully, while Dustin and I watched.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Steve groaned.
"What?" Dustin and I said in unison.
"Anna Jacobi's talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky," Steve whispered.
"So! That's the least of our problems. You need to focus," I said firmly.
"Yeah, and if not, give them to me," Dustin added, nodding toward the binoculars.
"Aw, Jesus Christ, whatever happened to standards? I mean, Lewinsky never came off the bench," Steve muttered.
"Dude, you are the worst spy in history. You know that?" Dustin asked, reaching forward to snatch the binoculars from Steve's eyes.
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The other Mayfield (Will Byers X Reader)
Genç KurguY/N Mayfield, Max Mayfield's twin sister, has a life that's anything but ordinary. Strange things seem to follow her wherever she goes. What happens when she crosses paths with four boys? Will she trust them... or fall for one of them? And as the st...
