꧁༺𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡༻꧂
Harrison Byers was a troubled teenager, everyone knew that, maybe it was the way he was raised by his father or just mere coincidence, b...
The flash from Jonathan's camera was like a mini-explosion in my eyes, blinding me for a split second. Mom, though, she was totally beaming with every click. Like, shining happy. It was kind of embarrassing.
"That's my boy! Smile to the camera!" she squealed, giving me two enthusiastic thumbs-up. I stole a glance at Will, and he gave me this super apologetic look. Honestly, I wasn't even mad this time. Just mortified. I mean, come on! I sighed and plastered on the fakest smile I could manage, lifting my hand in this totally awkward 'Force' pose. I was, after all, wearing the full Darth Vader getup. The guys had even offered to let me join their Ghostbusters costumes, but no way was I gonna be some dumb marshmallow man. Never.
"Just a few more!" Jonathan chirped, like it was no big deal.
"Yeah! Come on, just a few more," Mom echoed, her enthusiasm still at an 11. Jonathan chuckled softly, his camera practically glued to my face.
"Mom!" I whined, my cheeks burning. I just wanted to disappear, like, vanish into thin air! Seriously, this was the perfect opportunity for one of my awesome 'episodes'. You know, the kind where I just lose it?
"Just stay there, you look great," Jonathan said, his voice smooth and oblivious. Finally, after what felt like a century – probably only 30 seconds, but who's counting? – he stopped taking pictures.
"Jesus Christ, Jonathan," I muttered under my breath, practically sprinting to the couch. I grabbed my backpack and helmet, feeling like a total dork. "I hope you at least got my good profile," I grumbled, because even in my most embarrassing moments, I'm still a little vain.
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Max's POV.
Even though I'd caved to Billy about the costume, I'd still sort of thought I was going to show up to Hawkins Middle in my everyday clothes and find a sea of monsters and witches. But no one else was dressed up either. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I was a little grateful not to be the new girl and the only person wearing a costume.
I dropped my board and rode it lazily through the halls. I was pretty sure that wasn't actually allowed, but I needed to do something that made the floor stop feeling like quicksand.
I was at my locker, pulling out some books for my first class when I saw him on the distance, Harry, dressed up as Darth Vader while doing the same as I, his face was a bit red and his right eye twitched, he looked embarrassed, well, he was the only one in a costume. I don't know why but I feel kind of guilty, I should have brought my Micheal Myers mask with me, to make him feel less awkward, like he did yesterday with me.
Without a second thought, I slammed my skateboard into the locker and strode towards him, a silent promise of companionship in my stride. I gently tapped his shoulder, "Hey, Harry." He turned, his face erupting in a deeper shade of crimson, his eyes widening in surprise. It was both comical and strangely...cute. Cute? Max, pull yourself together.
