material girl [max mayfield x reader]

t h r e e

after cutting a large portion of my hair off
i stared into the bright lights, making my skin look disgusting and my eyes burning, strung from tears

i'm so scared of what everyone at school would thing.

i did what i do best and call mike to complain.

dialing his number carefully (which i had masterfully remembered by heart) into the teal phone

it rang twice before picking up

"who is it?" mike answered, seeming scared.

"um it's me dingus-"

"oh fuck" i hear a whisper over the phone. i kinda stop dead in my tracks

"mike? who is that?" i ask, listening to the familiar voice that belonged to the bowl-cut owner will byers.

"will?" i say
silence over the phone

"look will wanted to-"

"i'll be right over" i cut him off, hanging up the phone.

i quickly get my stuff and leave, the rain dripping around my neck as i bike o his house.

my finger tips were hot from how cold it was, i could barely feel my toes.

i let myself in the back door, taking my soaking coat and shirt off in front of the two boys awkwardly sitting there

"mike, can i borrow a-" mike throws me a crewneck hoodie and i slip it on over my bra, which i could tell will was staring at.

i plop down on a different couch and get comfy.

"so guys, what is it?" i ask, looking at mike who was staring at my hair. i kinda forgot about it, i grab a glass filled with water on the table (presumably mikes because of the carmex left on the brim)

"your hair?" will tilts his head at it, causing my to turn my head and touch my neck self consciously

"oh yeah..." i trail off

"i cut it" i add on, smiling.

"i can tell!" mike laughs and laugh with him, the laughs fade off into silence. uncomfortable silence.

"sooo....." i say, still holding the glass of water, i sip on it, it was room temperature.

"so basically i'm gay" will blurted out. i bit the brink of the glass, and spit my water a bit.

"nothing against you, i actually kind of questioned myself afterwards" will continued.

i push a locke of hair behind my ear

"did mike tell you?" he shook his head

"i'm bisexual- atleast i think. i cant tell" i look at my hands, the crescent shaped indents in my skin

will nods his head. i always admired will for being the most supportive and understanding in the group; yeah mike is my best friend but even HE didn't understand.

"but here's the problem-" will started, as he watched me sit the glass back on the table. i look over at mike who had his hand on his chin.

"people are starting to suspect and bully me cause of it, and honestly i'm sick of it." he runs a hair through his floppy bowl cut, returning his hand to his knee.

i grab a blanket that has the canadian flag on it; it's actually mine i just left it at our last sleepover.

"do you propose we fake date? one so i can get back at-"  i start

"max. i know y/n" he chuckles a bit, laying back into the couch.

"-and two because of your situation. it's perfect" i finish hesitantly. mike stands up and sits next to me, getting under the blanket

"sounds great. i'm up for it" will stands up, grabbing his raincoat.

i presumes his mom wanted him home, so i let him leave without saying a word. my whole body turns when i feel a hand on my unclothed thigh. i look at its mike.

"mike, what are you-"

and then he kisses me. but i pull away.

"i'm sorry" he said turning his head and taking his hand off my thigh.

i touch the back of my neck and turn

"sooo...." he stares into space.

"what the hell was that?" i i let go of my hair that i was grasping from the scalp and look at him, letting my hands slap my thighs.

we look at eachother for two seconds and begin to laugh uncontrollably

"and you were like" i pretend to trap mikes face and mimick how he kissed me..

"i hate you so much y/n l/n" mike said

"michael wheeler, you just kissed me!" i yell laughing.

"wait.. i just kissed you" we both stop laughing. i can tell his blood ran cold, it was almost like he turned blue, before jumping up to the other couch

"fuck... what am i gona tell el?" mike asked, i roll my eyes and smile slightly

"nothing. she won't know" i say, crossing my arms.

"how do i know you won't tell her?" mike sticks his chin up at me

"oh please. like i would even be able to get a word out of her." i laugh, standing up to grab a movie and plop it in the vhs player. i can feel mikes eyes on me but i choose to ignore it.

i heard a knock at the door, i spin around, my body barely clothed shivered in the breeze that came with the door opening.

there stood an angel. but also the actual devil in disguise. max mayfield with her peppermint and apple glow, a plaid scarf draped around her neck.

i breath in her scent, almost drooping to the floor. she closes the door

"suprise!" she lightly says, i can tell she noticed my hair, because before i knew it she ran over and was pulling up each strand to every lock.

"love it!" she smirks, sitting down.

oh boy, this would be a long night!

a/n
finally an update