this is kind of a little elmax friendship thing because i only live for their friendship that needs to happen in S3 and because im excited that season three was renewed so merry christmas to me and like all of you lmao (:
also i'd like to add that if you're from another country where you spell 'mum' like 'mom' then just pretend that's what it says bc i live in australia and we spell it w/ a u.
thanks for 3k btw (:
max mayfield
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eleven was a very, very nice girl. it sure took me awhile to warm up to her, and for her to warm up to me, but we did it. the day i met el, her hair was slicked back and curled at the tips, and her eyes were dark. back then, i just thought she was very, very tired but as i got closer i found that it was just dark eyeshadow that covered her pale face.
she walked right past me, and i suddenly felt very, very sad. for the other boys, it was fine, and i could take it right up until they left me out, but now i understand that they couldn't let me in on it. i may have probably done the same after what they went through the year before.
but when she walked right past me, not saying a word, it felt somewhat awful to be judged by one of the reserved members of the party.
a week after she closed the gate, i visited her in hopper's cabin. i don't exactly recall why she wanted me, but el wanted me and only me to come over. when i arrived, she seemed stressed out because of mike. because hopper wouldn't let el see mike.
she explained, with a thousand apologies, that she saw me and mike in the gym together, and she felt this feeling of anger, and pushed me off my board. i explained to her it was jealously that she was feeling, as i rolled around on the ground laughing more than i probably should have.
she was confused, but laughed along with me anyway.
after that, we spoke for awhile, and i somehow found myself cuddled up with her in the small bed she currently owns, as we both drifted off to sleep. the morning after, i cooked pancakes, hopper came around, drove me home, and i wouldn't see el for the next three weeks.
but, somehow she was the only thing on my mind. she was so, so sweet once you break down an icy layer she had built up for herself in the confusion and suffering she had been through during her short thirteen years of being alive.
she acted so clueless, and that was adorable, too. it was a great conversation skill, too. if she asked what something was, you could tell her, and she'd understand, and you'd keep talking until she asks what another thing is, and you'd tell her, and you would both be having a conversation for an hour or two just completely blanked out to the world.
which was an amazing feeling, by the way.
now, standing in pfront of the arcade, her arms clinging onto my waist as we stared at the bright neon sign that spun in the air as i felt el shiver behind me.
i obviously let el get off first, and then i slid off, calmly, and wheeled the bike behind keith's car, throwing it to the ground. i saw el flinch as it hit the gravel, and half smiled at her, grabbing her hand reassuringly.
el smiled back, and squeezed my hand back, before we linked arms and walked into the glowing arcade, games making beeping sounds and music blaring from the speakers.
"um, el, do you wanna go halves in a slushy?," i asked, and el nodded. she loved the frozen drinks the arcade provided for only a dollar fifty each. i noticed her slide her hand into her pocket, and then her small smile falling from her pale face. "i- i don't have any money," she stutters.
