Golden Hour - W.B + M.W

Chapter Six

short but even gayer, i cant write kiss scenes for the life of me and im currently d y i n g at my own horrible writing skills asdfghjkl

Max rubbed soothing circles into Mike's back as the boy sat in a curled up position, calming down from his previously panicked state. "Remember what I said, Michael." She said. "The Demogorgon is gone. The Mind Flayer is gone. There is nothing to-"

"MICHAEL, RICHIE WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!" Mrs. Wheeler called from upstairs. Mike's head snapped up. "What's he doing here?" Max asked, muttering, her eyes narrowing at the door at the top of the stairs. Mike got up from the couch and walked towards the door. As soon as he opened it, his younger cousin almost fell on top of him, obviously in a rush. "The hell do you want?" Mike asked. "Will. Broke his arm. At the hospital." Richie rushed out, breathing heavily. Mike looked back at Max with wide eyes, who had an equally as concerned expression.

"Why? What happened?" Max asked, now pushing them out into the hallway instead of standing cramped on the stairs, pestering Richie. His eyes narrowed at her, as though he was studying her face. Max crosses her arms, and he shook his head and looked back at Mike. "Troy pushed him all the way down that really steep hill by his house and tried to drown Will in the quarry. It's okay, Troy's nose is broken now, and Will's okay. I told Aunt Karen, she's calling Joyce right now."

The taller boy sighed in relief. "We need to get there, Max, do you have your bike or your skateboard?" Mike asked, turning to the fiery-haired girl. "My skateboard." She replied. "What about you? You left your bike at school." Mike pinched the bridge of his nose. "That's my point, I'll ride my skateboard there with you."

Max gaped. "You know how to ride a skateboard?" She asked, exasperated. Richie snorted. Mike flicked his cousin in the forehead, causing him to let out a small yelp. "Nancy bought me one last year. Though I'd like to learn how to show you up." He said, a smirk resting on his face. Max rolled her eyes. "Come on, you conceded egotistical toe rag, let's go get your mans."

"How did-"

"Let's go!"

Richie, Max and Mike ran out into the garage. The two sixteen year olds grabbed their skateboards, and Richie headed off to find Troy. Of course, Mike tried to stop him, but Richie had an ego bigger than his insanely large eyes, which mirrored Mike's chocolate brown ones, and looked even larger with his nerdy-looking glasses.

"Let's see your moves, Wheeler." Max asked, her eyebrows raised and her tongue resting in between her teeth in a jokingly-flirty manner. Mike mirrored her expression, shrugged and getting on his board. He rode around the garage in a circle, Max wolf-whistling. "Wheeling-Wheeler." She said loudly. Mike flipped her off. She hit the button that manually opened the garage and hopped on her skateboard as well, Mike right behind her, and rode towards the direction in which the hospital was.

*

By the time they had reached the hospital, it was already nightfall. It had been fairly late when Mike had invited Will over in the first place, and when they asked to see him, the woman only said 'sorry, it's not visiting hours.'

Which lead to now, five teenagers, bored out of their minds, Will's mom and brother looking much less on edge as they had been the only ones allowed to visit Will, and Steve, who was currently having a heated argument with Dustin over whether or not Steve should cut his godly amount of hair. Dustin was trying to encourage him to do so, while Steve simply refused, and now they were basically throwing quiet, verbal punches at each other. Max and Lucas had taken to trying to get as much candy out of the vending machine without paying for anything, which seemed to be working, as Mike was now on his third Snicker's bar, while Max was holding an insane amount of food in her hands. Eleven sat beside Mike, both keeping each other occupied with quiet games and mumbled, sarcastic jokes, which where usually said from Mike, and El would get in trouble for laughing.