part 2 of the mind flayer
WARNING: alcohol mention
tap. tap.
max groaned, throwing her blanket over her head. she had always been a light sleeper, in which the slightest noise woke her up. she tried her best to ignore it, and turned over in her bed for the umpteenth time.
tap. tap.
"what the hell?" she mumbled. she opened her eyes and read the time, 2 a.m.
confused, max sat up, trying to see where the noise had come from. through her window she saw it. well, him.
mike wheeler.
max angrily pushed the covers off of her. what could mike wheeler possibly want this late on a school night? she walked to the window and opened the latch. "what are you doing here mike?" she asked sleepily.
"i need somewhere to stay." he answered.
"dude, you live next door." she gestured to the window beside hers.
mike shook his head. "i locked myself out and my roomate is gone so i can't get in and-"
"okay, enough." the redhead stared into his chocolate brown eyes. they were droopy and she could see him struggle to keep them open. he was holding on to the frame of the window, as if he was keeping his balance. then max had a realization.
oh great, he's drunk.
as much as max didn't want him here, she couldn't leave him outside and let something happen to him. she sighed. "fine, you can stay."
he smiled which was a bit lopsided. "thanks mamacita."
max rolled her eyes and stepped back so he could climb through. mike jumped through the opening and landed on his feet, practically tripping. "parkour." he mumbled.
"do you want water or something?" the girl asked. a bucket?, she dreaded asking.
mike shook his head.
"so do you want to explain why you're drunk?"
"a par-ty." he said, separating the syllables.
"a party?" she questioned. "on a tuesday?" ever since max stepped into the college scene, she didn't exactly have a social life. she wasn't sure about the standards college students held.
"why not?" he retorted. mike stumbled around the room, noticing her walls which were covered in posters. his eyes landed on her bedside table. she had an impressive collection of casettes and video games.
"hey, can we play mario?" he asked with a case already in his hands.
"does this look like a sleepover to you?" max questioned, crossing her arms.
"geez." mike muttered, putting the game back in its place.
"look, i have school tomorrow and i really need to sleep." the girl stated. unlike mike, she cared about school.
"okay, got it mamacita." mike replied, shooting her finger guns. he leaned awkwardly against the wall.
max rolled her eyes . "you can take my bed, i'll sleep on the floor." she told the boy.
"no!" he said abruptly. "we can share."
share a bed? max thought. in high school, they couldn't stand being near each other. now they were in the same room four years later, and mike wheeler wants to sleep with her. well, just sleep, she thought. max decided to put it off for one night and nodded.
