Basic Instinct [stranger things]

100. Graveyards

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED
GRAVEYARDS

To say the car ride to the graveyard was awkward would be an understatement.

With several arguments lingering, and four teenagers squished into the back seat of Steve's car, it was fair to say it was tense between the group.

The eldest boy of the group, Steve, had been completely against driving the five teenagers to the cemetery so Max could do whatever it was she felt she had to, insisting that it was a bad idea and that Max was safest in the Wheeler household.

Whether Max disagreed or no, Aaron wasn't sure. What he did know, was that when Max was set on something, it was best not to argue with the redhead.

Steve soon learned this too. Eventually caving and reluctantly driving the five teenagers to where Max had insisted she was needed after a fiery argument broke out between the two that Steve quickly realised he would lose.

The redhead had been extremely worked up over the entire situation, and it had taken Kimmy a good five minutes to calm the girl down enough to actually get into the car.

After actually doing so and squishing into Steve's car alongside Lucas, Max did not speak one word the entire drive to the graveyard.

In fact, no one besides Dustin and Steve spoke at all. No one in the backseat had uttered a single word for the past forty minutes.

Max was sat with her head leaning against the window, looking out of it with a distant look on her face. And Lucas had been sneaking glances at the redhead the entire drive, despite doing his best to hide it.

Kimmy, who had walked around the car to get into the opposite door that Max had - assuming the redhead wouldn't want to be bothered and would rather the small amount of privacy that the not so roomy backseat of the car could offer - was low down in her seat next to the blond.

Kimmy hadn't looked out the window as her best friend had, rather she'd opted her gaze onto the roof of the car with her head resting against the back of her seat.

Aaron noticed that she had her hands clasped together and she bit the inside of her cheeks anxiously, clearly deep in thought.

Every so often, the brunette would squeeze her dark blue eyes closed. Aaron knew why, or, rather he assumed he knew why.

She'd squeeze her eyes closed whenever a shooting pain would rush through her head. It was a subtle movement, like she was trying to minimise it as much as possible, but Aaron had noticed.

In fact it was a little difficult for him not to, he'd basically spent the entire journey shamelessly watching her, studying her every move as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world.

Well, he'd rotated between watching the brunette and anxiously checking his digital watch which sat comfortably on his wrist.

Stupidly, the blond hoped that there was a chance that Kimmy was maybe being the slightest bit dramatic about her headache, although he knew this to be false deep down.

He supposed he just wanted to be able to brush off the entire situation and act like her theories were completely irrational.

Aaron didn't actually know if Kimmy had told Max about it all, he assumed she hadn't. He could tell she was worried about looking like she was trying to take the worry or concern off of Max.

Aaron thought this was an outrageous take on the situation, but it was clear Kimmy had over thought it all so much that there was no talking any sense into her.