𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 | mileven au.

FIVE...

CHAPTER FIVE
"DOUBLE TROUBLE!"

"what are you doing tonight?" a certain brunette quipped at her exuberant counterpart, stabbing her plastic spoon into the bowl of scoops ahoy ice cream. the pair sat down in a decorative booth, both of them crossing one of their legs over the other.

"i don't know, i might go to the studio for a little bit." the ginger shrugged, poking at her sprinkled chocolate ice cream as her eyes met her friends'. the girl cursed under her breath as she noticed the barely familiar look in the other's eyes, yet knowing her friend well enough to conclude that she was hiding something.

"oh god, what is it?" maxine mayfield placed her hand on one of her auburn freckled cheeks, her lips puffing out slightly as a bewildered yet uneasy expression laced eleanor ives' pretty face.

"what's what?" el tried to hide the shakiness that was undoubtedly playing through her melodic voice, taking out the spoon that was now lathered in a thin layer of vanilla ice cream to place it down on top of the miniature container that held the creamy custard.

"i know that look tiny, i can guarantee you that you got yourself into some deep shit." max nodded very slowly, her eyebrows lifting upwards. her words dragged at the end of her sentence as eleanor frowned, sucking in a puff of the air-conditioned ice cream parlor.

"do you remember that day at the arcade? where i talked to you about mike wheeler? and you talked about lucas sinclair?" eleanor began, her arms finding their way to a resting point on the countertop. she knew max would be less than thrilled when she was informed of the double date that evening at the cinema, but it wasn't like she could hide it from her any longer. it was far too difficult to hide it at this point, even though she knew that the fiery redhead would quite absolutely flip her shit.

"yeah. update me on that, actually. how are you and frogface doing?" max pointed her spoon at her friend, who blushed out of embarrassment. maxine stifled a laugh, scooping a spoonful of the frozen treat into her mouth.

"oh my god, shut up. besides, that's what i wanted to talk about anyways." eleanor readjusted herself in a somewhat comfortable position in the booth, her back sinking into the plush lining.

"should i be nervous? 'cause you're making me nervous." max stopped stirring her ice cream around in the paper cup, instead leaning forward and being prepared to listen intently. her arms folded across one another, her fingers playing with the hand-made beaded bracelets that covered her arm to the point where you could barely see her pale skin.

"so mike and i talked and, uh, — just hear me out and please don't kill me — but we thought it would be cool if we went on like, a double date. like, you and lucas and me and mike?" she grimaced, scooting back in preparation for the sight of max going ballistic.

"please tell me you're joking." max stated in a deadpan tone, the level of her voice rising as her spoon hit the washed table with a resounding click, causing other costumers nearby to stare in confusion before returning to their own conversations.

"you dropped your spoon." eleanor responded in a hushed voice, brushing her nose with the back of her non-dominant hand. max groaned audibly and rather noisily, her point being made as she threw her head back in a dramatic manner.

"when is this happening? because i need like, five days of preparation. what if lucas literally hates me? wait, do i even like him like that?" she rambled, her eyes darting around the parlor, a habit she had acquired whenever she would become nervous or flustered.