~Y/n POV~
We all sit silently in the car as Steve drives us to me and Max's house so we can drop off our letters. Lucas occasionally glances toward Max, though her thoughts seem somewhere else entirely. And mine are, too, wandering in that same quiet space between worry and anticipation.
I like to think I'll get to see Will again before something happens, because I know something will. It said it would. But deep down, I know it won't. I know he won't magically appear when my life starts to feel like shit.
I stare out the window as the trailer park drifts past, small clumps of grass brushing against the curb, neighbors moving about in slow motion. Steve turns back to us.
"This better be fast, Twin 1 and 2," he says seriously.
"Twenty seconds," I say, rolling my eyes. Max and I climb out of the car, bags slung over our shoulders, and step into the warm, slightly humid air of the trailer yard.
We walk into the living room. Kneeling down, Max places each of her letters carefully on the table, one by one. I drop mine in a small pile next to hers. Not much effort, I know. but it feels like enough for now.
We both stand, Max swinging her bag over her shoulder. We begin walking toward the front door, but Max pauses, her gaze lingering on the back window.
"Hey," I say softly. She glances at me, expression blank.
"Hold on," she says, stepping through the back door. I let out a small sigh and head toward our shared room. I crouch by my desk, opening a drawer to pull out my switchblade, slipping it carefully into my pocket.
I step back outside, peeking through the window to see Max standing perfectly still, her posture unnervingly rigid. My eyes widen, and I sprint over to her. Her eyes are completely white. I shake her shoulders. Vecnas got her.
"Max! Max?" I yell, my voice tight with fear. "Max! Wake up!"
"Come on! Come on!" I shout again. She blinks rapidly, gasping, her body trembling as she comes back to herself, panting heavily.
"Max are you—?"
"Let's go," she says quickly, grabbing her bag from the ground and striding toward where Dustin, Steve, and Lucas are waiting. I run to keep up.
As we reach the front, Steve calls out.
"Hey, that was longer than twenty seconds," he says, obviously annoyed before he looks at us in concern. "Hey, whoa. Whoa. You all right?" he asks, directing the question at Max.
"I'm fine. Just drive," she says sharply, sliding into her seat. I climb in next to her, and Steve starts the car again, glancing in the rearview mirror at her.
"Did something happen?" Dustin asks, curiosity threading his voice.
"Can we please just go," Max says firmly. I raise an eyebrow, concern flickering across my face. She looks at me briefly, then lowers her gaze.
I reach out to take her hand, but she pulls away. I sigh quietly, staring out the window. This is familiar, the act of being fine, needing no comfort when you actually do.
Max gives directions, her voice clipped and efficient.
"Turn here," she says.
"Here?" Dustin asks, glancing at the road ahead.
Roane Hills Cemetery.
Max gives him a small, blank nod.
Steve makes the turn, and we slowly pass rows of gravestones, the car moving in silence except for the occasional crunch of gravel beneath the tires. Max tells him to stop.
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The other Mayfield (Will Byers X Reader)
Teen FictionY/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...
