The other Mayfield (Will Byers X Reader)

010. Drawings

~Y/n POV~

"Will? This is Y/n, over," I said into the walkie. God how I miss him. But I also want to punch him. This is my 11th try, trying getting a hold of him. Still nothing.

"Byler, answer the damn walkie. Over," I said again, growing impatient.

"Goddamnit. Someone pick up, over," I said faster.

No answer. I thought about slamming it down on the table, but since everyone else except Max was asleep, I set it down gently instead.

Walking over to her, I scoffed.

"You'd think after all the years that they've been facing danger, they'd remember to pick up the damn walkie, or at least keep it close," I muttered, sitting down beside her.

"I can tell you who would survive if El didn't have powers," I added, rolling my eyes.

I glanced at Max and saw her staring off into nothing, almost like she was in a trance. In fear I quickly flicked her cheek. She gasped, hand going to where I'd flicked her.

Good, she's fine.

"What was that for?" she asked, giving me a sharp glare.

"For emergency purposes only. You were fading out on me for a moment," I said.

"Maybe I didn't want to hear you complain for a straight thirty minutes about why Mike and them aren't answering," she replied, rolling her eyes.

"Ah, so you were listening," I said, smiling. She pushed my head away lightly, and I laughed quietly. She gave a small smile before looking back at the floor.

"Hey, what were you thinking about, though?" I asked. "Never mind, that's a stupid and obvious question."

"I was about to say—" she laughed softly.

Then she stopped, fidgeting with her fingers. I took a deep breath before speaking again.

"What exactly did you see?" I whispered, keeping my voice low so we didn't wake the others.

Max's eyes dropped to her lap.

"I... I don't know," she murmured. "Vecna was obviously trying to scare me... with Billy—"

"You already told us about that part," I said gently. "I mean when you got to the next place..."

She hesitated, biting her lip. "It's... it's just really hard to explain," she mumbled.

We stayed quiet for a moment. Then, from upstairs, the creaking of floors and muffled voices reached us. Clearly, Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler were awake, and I could hear Holly moving around as well.

I looked at Max, and we both rose, moving quietly up the stairs. Every step was careful, every footfall soft.

When we opened the door at the top, the warm smell of breakfast hit us. Mrs. Wheeler was at the stove, smiling as she flipped pancakes. Ted sat at the counter, sipping coffee, and Holly was already at the table, crayons and papers spread out in front of her.

"Hey, Max, Y/n," Mrs. Wheeler greeted warmly. "I was just getting breakfast started. How about you guys sit down at the table?"

We nodded, offering small smiles, and pulled out two chairs. We settled in, letting our eyes wander as we waited. I noticed the crayons scattered across the table. An idea formed.