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Max was woken up to El leaning over her, shaking her arm.
"Max!" She whispered.
"What?" Max answered groggily, still half asleep.
"Are you awake?" El asked.
"What do you think?" Max asked sarcastically, trying not to show that secretly she thought Eleven was ridiculously adorable. She rolled her eyes when she realised that El didn't understand her joke. "I am now. What do you need?"
"I'm lonleeeeyyy." She complained. Max smiled.
"Okay. What do you want to do?"
"I don't know!" She said. She flopped back onto her sleeping bag and backwards rolled onto her pillow. Max giggled at her confusedly. She was crazy. Eleven gasped. "Can I braid your hair?" She asked excitedly. How could Max say no? So before she knew it, she felt Eleven's soft fingers tickling the back of her neck as she carefully attempted to braid Max's hair. Every time her fingers brushed past her neck, butterflies cascaded in Max's stomach. Her surprisingly soft red hair fell through El's fingers like silk, as she folded strands over each other to form a messy french braid. When it was finished, Max turned her head around.
"How do I look?" She asked jokingly.
"Pretty." Eleven admired the girl in front of her. She was the prettiest person she'd ever seen.
"Yeah well," Max scoffed, "I could never be as beautiful as you."
"Beautiful?" Eleven asked. "What is Beautiful?"
"Well, it's like pretty, but 100 times better."
Eleven's face lit up and a blush formed on her cheeks.
"Beautiful." She said to herself. "Max is beautiful."
Now it was Max's turn to blush. She ran a nervous hand down her hair, tucking a lose strand behind her ear.
"Okay!" Max said, changing the subject quickly. "Now I get to braid your hair!" El smiled, and turned around, letting Max sit behind her. For such a tomboy, Max was surprisingly talented at different types of elegant braids and hairstyles. Even with Eleven's short, thin hair, she braided the hair around the front of her head. She tried to ignore the nerves and butterflies in her stomach. When she was finished, El ran her hand over her hair, looking fascinated.
"You're clever at hair!" She exclaimed.
"Not my proudest talent." Max shrugged El's compliment off.
El looked confused. "Why?"
"I don't know. It's not something tough people should be good at. They should skate, and play sport and, you know... Not braid hair."
"Well maaaaaybe.." El said, tucking a strand of Max hair behind her ear and out of her face. "Yo could do both! Be who you are Maxie!"
"Maxie?" Max giggled, laughing at El's new nickname for her.
"Yeah!" El said proudly. "Maxie. I like it."
"Sure." Max said. If anyone else had called her that, she would've knocked them unconscious by know, but, for some reason, she didn't mind it when Eleven called her it. It was kind of cute, to be honest. El watched the redheaded girl in front of her giggling, then turned her gaze to Mike, who was asleep on the floor in his sleeping bag. When she looked at Max, she felt happy, and warm and fuzzy and nervous all at the same time, but when she looked at Mike she felt... nothing. In stead of worrying about that now, she just focused on chatting to Max, and making the most of their time before the boys woke up.
a/n: hi everyone! new chapter today, it's kinda short sorry lol. anyway thank you all for reading! i know this book hasn't got as many reads as my other two, but i enjoy writing thins one more at the moment. anyway byeee!
