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Eleven went back down to the basement and sat very quietly on the sofa. Max would be there in 8 minutes. Mike hardly realised when she walked in the room. She twirled a curl of her hair around her finger as she watched the boys playing DnD. She still had no idea what they were doing. Soon, the doorbell rang, and El jumped up.
"I'll go get it Mike!" She said excitedly. Mike turned and nodded before turning back to the boys once she was gone.
Eleven got to the door and opened it. Max stood outside, rucksack slung over her shoulder, hair tousled in the wind yet still looking effortlessly gorgeous. Eleven felt her breath catch in her throat.
Max felt butterflies swarming in her chest as El opened the door. She noticed that El was wearing a pair of jeans that weren't hers, they were slightly too long and were rolled up many times, yet still trailing on the floor. She didn't say anything though. She followed her through to the basement, where the boys were playing DnD. They all turned to say hi to her. She greeted them back before sitting down on the sofa next to Eleven. She spotted El's bag on the floor and laid hers down next to it. A pair of jeans that she knew were El's were crumpled up in the bag, and she saw a patch of red on a bit of the blue denim. She knew for a fact that El hadn't started her period yet, so she figured she probably started it just now, which explains the different jeans. She told herself to be extra nice to the vulnerable girl sitting next to her.
Jesus Max. She thought to herself why are you even thinking about this? It's not even any of your business! She sighed, looking longingly at the quiet girl next to her.
*time jump bc i'm lazy*
A few hours later, the boys started yawning while they carried on playing. El and Max had been chatting for hours, each secretly admiring the other while they did so. Eleven sat curled up in a tiny ball in the corner of the sofa, under a fluffy blanket, staring at Max's perfect face while she chatted, and Max lay on her front looking up into Eleven's chocolate brown eyes.
Mrs Wheeler popped her head through the door and told them to turn the lights out, and that they could keep talking as long as they were quiet.
The boys declared that they all should get into their pyjamas, so Max and El went into the bathroom for some privacy. El unbuttoned her oversized checkered shirt, and Max took her sweatshirt off, both facing away from each other so they didn't stare and look weird to the other. The silence was awkward. Once they were both changed, they turned round again and started chatting again.
"Can we come in yet guys?" Max yelled out.
"Give is a second!" Lucas yelled back and Max rolled her eyes making El laugh. Max watched her short curls bounce up and down as she giggled, admiring her beauty. Before she could stop herself, she reached out and tucked a curl behind El's ear. El stopped laughing and started to blush, placing her hands on her her cheeks to hide the scarlet colour they were turning. Max smiled sweetly, before Dustin ruined the moment by yelling at them to come back in.
They all sat in a circle, Eleven cross legged and Max kneeling on the hard floor. Their legs touched each other, sending sparks of electricity flying through their veins.
"I have an idea!" Lucas said. "Let's play Truth or Dare!"
