as hawkins falls // max mayfield

58: Spring Break 1986

Fifty-eight: Spring Break 1986

!!!

The ride was quiet.

Everyone seemed in deep thought, and Y/n knew it was because they were all thinking the same thing.

Are we really doing this? Will it work?

But as her, Max, Lucas and Erica stood staring up at the Creel house before them, they knew there was no going back. And all of a sudden, they had to grip the lamps tighter to prevent it from slipping from their sweaty palms.

!!!

The blue light in Y/n's hands hummed as she made her way through the house, being sure not to make a peep. She gasped, startled when someone tapped her shoulder. When she realized it was only Lucas, Max and Erica, she also realized that Erica was holding up a notepad. Y/n squinted to read it in the dark.

Found Vecna.

Nervous, but understanding, Y/n gave a nod and followed Erica with everyone else to another blue lamp, only this one hummed with more intensity and brightness.

Max moved closer, Y/n stepping forward to stop her, but being gently pulled back by Lucas, silently reminding her that they couldn't interfere. But Max's lamp buzzing louder only increased Y/n's anxiety in the moment.

With a click, Erica took the cap off her marker and began to write.

Phase one?

Hesitant, Lucas and Y/n nodded, and Erica took off.

!!!

Running Up That Hill had been softly sounding from Max's headphones, the only thing breaking the silence for the past few minutes until Max suddenly uncapped her marker and started to write.

After a moment, she held up her writing, and Y/n smiled at the "hi" written.

Y/n opened her own marker, scrawling down her response: the same thing, only with a little smiley face and a heart beside the word.

Max chuckled quietly, and wrote another message.

I'm glad you're here.

For just a moment, Y/n felt calm despite everything going on. She wrote down her reply.

Me too.

Then she decided to write something along with it. She flipped the page after showing Max, and began her next writing.

Movie Friday?

Max grinned a little, then started to write, although it took significantly longer than the other messages. Y/n tried to lean over to see, but Max held it up so she couldn't catch a glimpse.

When she finally did hold the paper up, it was a drawing of two stick people, the taller one on the right holding popcorn. They were holding hands and it was clear it was a drawing of the two of them.

Y/n suppressed a small, childlike giggle, then decided to write something else. She wrote an I, and an L, but didn't get to finish it as the attention of the two of them turned to the flickering light outside.