Henclair oneshots not mine Part:1

Short story:part 2

Max wracked her brain, what did Mike say the girl liked to eat?

It was around 6 am when Max had gotten up to go the bathroom, a surprise visit from aunt flow prompting the monthly bed stripping ritual. As she waddled back into her room, fully protected now, she saw Eleven at her window and flipped out.

Apparently the girl had followed her home. And slept in the tree next to her window. At this point Max didn’t even feel phased anymore, because for some reason Hawkins was just like this. Full of monsters and nightmares and apparently pretty girls that were mutants and followed you home.

Now Eleven was sitting quietly on Max’s bed, fresh sheets adorning the bed in question, as Max tried in vain to remember all the stupid facts Mike had rambled on about surrounding Eleven. Max looked the girl up and down, looking at her folded hands and slight curls and hoping that would trigger her memory.

Instead Max found herself just admiring the girl and snapped herself out of it. You useless lesbian, she thought to herself, can’t even remember anything. Her mind continued with, you’d probably just burn the eggos that Eleven loves so dearly.

“Eggos!” She said out loud, proud of herself for remembering. Eleven visibly perked up at the word. “You like eggos!” Eleven nodded.

“They’re my favorite food.” The girl said, still sitting on Max’s bed, hands fidgeting with the sheets. Max nodded back and started downstairs to get some of the food. She shouted to El as she descended the stairs.

“Stay there! Keep the door closed!” Max heard Eleven yell back an affirmative as she sprinted the rest of the way to the kitchen. Her older asshole brother didn’t get up very early, and when he did he left almost immediately.

The only thing the two could agree upon is how much they hated staying in the house.

Max popped the eggos in the toaster, idly tapping her fingers on the counter and watching the countertop as if it was going to move all of a sudden. Max felt her mind start to drift, and it settled on the girl sitting upstairs on her bed.

Eleven was weird. She really was, and Max could really see it. The girl had very little social skills, and she had potential but she just wasn’t herself yet, like was in desperate need of a coming of age story not herself.

When the waffles popped out of the toaster, it startled Max out of her thoughts and she shook away the thoughts that had been plaguing her mind since she met the girl.

She grabbed the food and hauled ass up the stairs, kicking the door open and handing Eleven the food. The other girl’s eyes widened in joy as she grabbed them and quickly started to eat. Max just watched, she wasn’t much hungry in the mornings if she was being honest.

When Eleven was done devouring her food she daintily brushed the crumbs off of her clothes. Were those different and cleaner clothes than yesterday? Max wondered, noting that it was not what she had worn yesterday but hadn’t she slept in the tree next to Max’s window? Whatever.

“Thank you.” Eleven said quietly, giving a small smile and Max felt another weird flutter.

Nonetheless she whispered back. “No problem Eleven. You’re my friend’s friend so gotta look out for you.” Eleven’s brow furrowed at Max’s word, specifically at the word friend. Max quickly attempted to fix this, unsure of what this weird girl could do.

“Besides, girls gotta stick together.” She added, shrugging. Eleven looked curious, and she opened her mouth as if to ask a question when suddenly a sound of knocking came from downstairs and both girls stood up suddenly.

“Shit!” Max yelled, she forgot her friend’s were coming so they could ride to school. “Fuck!” She exclaimed again, turning towards Eleven, whose eyes were wide.

“Do you want them to see you?” She asked in a harsh whisper. Eleven shook her head.

“I’m not ready.” She said, clenching her fists and looking at Max with a deadly intensity. Max nodded.

“Ok, then you need to go back in that tree and go down so you can go out the back.” Max said, pointing at the cracked open window where the girl had come from. “You can not stay here, go home.” She said, and Eleven glared at her.

“No home.” The girl said gravely and Max almost screamed. She just needed cooperation.

“Just go okay? Mike will lose his shit if he sees you!” max said, pushing Eleven towards the window as another bunch of knocks came from downstairs. “If you need to come back come back at 3:15 okay?” She said. Eleven nodded.

“Three one five.” Eleven said, as she climbed out the window and Max quickly grabbed her school stuff. She vaulted down the stairs, skidding on the carpet in front of the door as she pulled it open.

There stood her friends, looking pretty annoyed.

“What took you so long?” Dustin asked quizzically. Max just shrugged, letting the boys stop in for a second as she grabbed her converse and attempted to shove them on while standing up.

“And since when do you eat eggos?” He asked, looking at the cardboard box Max hadn’t thrown away. She saw Mike tense up.

“Wanted to see what the big deal was, since Mike’s always mentioning them.” Max said, lacing up her shoes. Mike looked at her suspiciously and the other boys laughed at her comment.

“What was the verdict then?” Lucas asked, leaning on the countertop. Max grinned at him.

“Not very good guys, not sure the girl had the best taste.” She said with a laugh, moving her backpack higher up her shoulder before lacing her other shoe.

“What girl.” Mike said. Max looked nervously at him but played it cool.

“You know? The girl you talk about 24/7? Loves eggos? Is like a number or something?” Max said, heading towards the door where Mike and Will were still standing. Dustin and Lucas followed her as they stepped out of the house and shut the door. Max didn’t bother to lock it.

“Oh.” Mike said, scowling and looking down at his feet. Max noticed the other boys had become quiet as they did every time Eleven came up in conversation.

“Come on man, it’s been 353 days or something, you gotta move on or at least get on. We were her friends too.” Lucas said, hopping on his bike. Mike glared at him and something passed between the two that came in waves of anger.

Was this some sort of turf war over Eleven?

“Whatever let's go guys.” She said, hopping on the skateboard at the bottom of her steps. She saw Will give a grateful smile her way. She and him started riding away, and the others followed. Max let the wind whip her hair as they cruised down her street.

She felt like someone was watching her, and Max was pretty sure it was a girl in a tree who loved eggos.