𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞~𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

Chapter 33: I'm Honored Michael

This chapter will be slightly longer than usual, so enjoy!
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Mike's POV

I wiped the flour off of my nose, annoyed at Max, "Oh let's not start again with the food fights," I said, remembering the popcorn battle we had in my basement.

She smiled mischievously at me, "Fine. I won't."

"Get that look off your face Ginger," I jokingly warned her.

"Fine, fine. I won't destroy your mom's kitchen," she agreed, giving me a slight smile.

We finished making the muffins and Max gently placed the muffin tins in the oven to bake.

"Wooh! What a team!" We highfived, Max doing a weird little dance.

I burst out laughing, "What the hell is this?" I held my stomach, coughing now.

"Oh shutup! Like you can dance, Wheeler!" She put her hands on her hips.

"I can slow dance pretty well," I smirked.

Her face fell, understanding what I said, "You miss her don't you?"

I sighed, nodding, "I wasn't trying to bring the mood down by saying that Max."

"Oh I know. It just sucks. I know I tease you about it all the time, but I see how it effects you," she grabbed my hand tenderly, "I'm sorry you never get to see her."

I looked back up at her. Her eyes looked sad, but they didn't seem to pity me. That's what I liked about Max. She didn't feel sorry for anybody.

"It's okay. I see her sometimes. I would like to see her more but I can't."

She let go of my hand, starting to clean up the disaster we made in the kitchen, "Yea. I'd like you to see her more often cause you're less of a dick after you see her," She smirked at me, making me huff. Max laughed, "How long has it been since you've seen her?" She got slightly serious again.

"75 days," I answered almost immediately.

Her expression became sad, "It's been that long?"

I nodded, getting to work on the bowls in the sink.

Max's POV

I couldn't see his expression, "How are you holding up?" I heard the clinking of dishes as he washed them.

"I'm fine I guess. It's just after that first week when I first met her, she didn't look at me like everybody else. Like I was a freak. She...she was the person that didn't doubt me. She made me strong. And when she was gone, took a toll on me. I was a complete jerk to everybody cause of her disappearing. I didn't know how to handle it. And now...Hopper won't let her out of the house. He won't let me visit her. She...I..."

I heard his voice cracking, aware that he was crying. I set the dishcloth that I had in my hand down and reached into the sink, making him set the dishes down. Tears rolled down his freckled cheeks, his eyes looking devastated.

I turned him towards me, "Oh Mike," I wrapped my arms around him, Mike practically using me as support. He cried into my shoulder, his whole body shaking with emotion, "Shhhhh, I'm right here. It's okay. Shhhh," I rubbed his back, trying my best to comfort him.

"I...I love her. I love her Max," he whispered into my shoulder.

I smiled slightly hearing him say that, "I know Mike. I know."

We stood there in silence for what seemed like hours. I knew he needed someone to be his strength, and I know I didn't want to let him go for fear he would fall. After a few moments, the oven beeped, awakening us from our haze. I slowly let him go, looking up at him, "You okay?"