i lied || mileven

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tonight was the night. the valentines day dance.

normally, mike would find these dances ridiculous. his mom would plead "just one more picture!" as she would excitedly smile at her son, his dad would give him a pat on the back and say "go get em, kid" and mike didn't like the attention.

eleven, on the other hand, had never been to a school dance before, and she was beyond excited. hopper and joyce had slow-danced down the hallways of the byers' home, showing eleven what dancing was. eleven thought the dress that hopper had bought was beautiful, and she couldn't wait to wear it with mike.
joyce had bought el a baby pink headband to match with her elegant, but casual light pink dress that flowed down past her knees. she twirled around in front of the mirror until she couldn't even stand straight.

hopper had bought mike a simple suit. the colour scheme was red (to match with eleven's dress) and mike thought it made him look like a clown. he was so embarrassed, and his face appeared to be more red than his suit.

however, tonight he was willing to risk his entire non-existent social life to give el the night of her life.

they had agreed to meet in front of the gym doors. when mike had arrived, will, dustin, lucas, and max were all by the door. will, dustin, and lucas were all dressed in plain black suits, and immediately laughed when they saw mike. max was wearing a plain yellow shirt tucked into a blue jean skirt, which probably belonged to her mother, judging by the size of it.

"do you think she knows where the gym is?" dustin asked.

"yeah, she knows. she's not stupid, i mean." mike smiled.

lucas stepped closer to mike. "can i talk to you for a sec?" he whispered.

mike nodded and they both stepped away from the group and further down the hallway.

"you have to swear not to tell anyone." he whispered.

"yeah yeah yeah. i won't tell anyone. now, what is it?" mike giggled.

lucas sighed. "you're dead meat if you tell anyone." he reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a paper folded so small an ant couldn't even lay on it.

"what is that?" mike asked.

lucas slowly unfolded the paper, which was visibly crumpled out of frustration many times. he handed it to mike, and looked away in embarrassment right after. "it's for max." he said quietly.

mike started to read the messy handwriting.

mad max.
why do they call you that?
is it because of your fierce, red hair
("resembling ronald mcdonald" was crossed out beneath it.)
or is it because you're insane: mad! maybe you're crazy.
i don't even know a lot about you...
but so what if you are crazy?
you and i; we can be crazy together, because i am insanely in love with you.
and so they might aswell call me "mad lucas", but that doesn't really sound cool so

"lucas it's-"

"i know." he rolled his eyes and took the paper out of mikes hands. "it's pathetic. it's awful. but i heard she likes poetry, so..."

"who told you she liked poetry?" mike asked.

lucas glared at him. "myself."