tis a chapter once again, this one is a very lumax (mucas.) themed chapter for my babies so be rEaDy.
i have a million different ideas so i'm starting a one shot book later tonight and it'll be out by the end of the week.
i might not update on wednesday or thursday bc i have high school transitions, (that i'm more than just scared for.) both days, but i'll try to write a lot (:
have an amazing day/week or whatever. hope you enjoy this chapter!
lucas sinclair
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'maxine mayfield.
she was literally an angel, in so many ways. the way her red hair actuslly glows when the sun hits it, and her freckles that endlessly run across her pale face, and her rare smile that captures me a million times a day, even though she hardly smiles.
i really, really love her. she was special to me. really, really s..'
"lucas, you fucking asshole, your move."
i looked up, stunned. dustin was the one who spoke.
i looked around the table, to an annoyed will, pissed off mike and a glaring dustin. i glared right back at dustin, and turned my attention to the board. "what," i asked, snapping at them. i could feel their glare burning holes right through me. especially dustin.
they tore their gazes to the board, and i rubbed my hands together, grabbing the dice and casually rolled it across the table, a little too hard, and watched it slide off. "oops," i muttered, sarcastically, then regretted it immediately.
"what the hell, dude," mike said, standing up as he waved his arms around. "you haven't focused this whole game and you're acting like a total asshole right now."
i slammed my hands onto the table, standing up. "fuck off, mike. let me live, i'm just tired, you fucking cun-"
"lucas!," scolded a voice from the top of the stairs. i grunted, and turned around. "what?!," i shouted, a bit too loudly. nancy crossed her arms and walked down the stairs. "you losers should just go to sleep. it's two am, for god's sake, and you're all just bitching to each other."
"not everyone," will said, defensively. nancy bit her lip, and ruffled his hair, smiling. "not everyone," she repeated. "suck up," dustin and i murmured. nancy flipped us off, and turned to mike. "hopper wanted to see if you could come over to see el, but i guess you'll be too tired," she dared, raising an eyebrow.
mike glared at his sister, and pushed his chair in. "i'm going, i'm going," he said. nancy grinned, victoriously. "alright," she said, and uncrossed her arms.
"that goes for all of you guys, by the way. just sleep. it's so damn late, you'll sleep in, late, too."
with that being the last thing she said, she turned around, walked upstairs, and closed the door.
i turned to mike, who was already wrapped up in blankets on the couch.
"uh, mike. i'm sorry. i just keep blanking out sometimes," i muttered.
mike shuffled around to face me, and his face softened. "it's fine, dude. don't worry about it, it use to happen to me, i guess."
"oh, it happened a lot," dustin added, grinning as he put the dice away into the box and shoved the box into the shelves.
"he's so right, mike," will said, grinning. mike sighed, laughing. "shut up," he said, jokingly, and laid back down at the others unrolled their sleeping bags, placing them on the ground.
