MARLEY // Max Mayfield

Fourth

Holding her head up high, Marley had a tissue at her nose and a bottle of gasoline in her lap, she was trying to stop her nose from bleeding any more than it had after she cracked it back into place halfway through their car ride. Max was driving next to her with Lucas's head poking through the middle, giving directions to the girl. Looking in the rearview mirror Marley grinned, Dustin, Mike and Steve all bunched up together various degrees of discomfort on their faces not to mention the fact that Lucas's butt was in Dustin's face.

"Nancy?" Steve muttered, Mike looked down at him in disgust and Marley laughed, jogging her nose violently, she grimaced, noting not to laugh at another misfortune down in her mind.

"No, don't touch it," Dustin instructed. Steve must have tried to touch his face, Marley deduced, staring dead ahead, "Hey, buddy...shush. It's okay. You put up a good fight. He kicked your ass, but you put up a good fight buddy, okay? You're okay?" 

Marley smiled, thankful for her friend.

"Okay, you're gonna keep straight for half a mile...then make a left on Mount Sinai," Lucas told Max.

"What's...What's going on?" Steve questioned, Max turned her head to meet Steve's eye and Marley smirked at the look of horror on his face, "Oh, my God!"

"Steve, relax," Dustin reassured, rubbing his shoulder, "She's driven before."

"Yeah, in a parking lot," Mike argued.

"That counts," Marley but back.

"Oh, my God!" Steve shouts again,

"They were gonna leave you behind. Me and Marley promised that you'd be cool okay?" Dustin said, trying to calm him down to no avail. Max pushed harder on the gas and Marley gripped onto the console, a large grin blooming across her face as she was forced further into her seat.

"Oh, my God! No! Whoa, stop the car! Slow down!" Steve yelled.

"I told you he'd freak out!" Mike shouts at Dustin,

"Guys, now isn't the greatest time to be arguing!" Marley snapped, grabbing at the closest thing to her, it was warm and soft but she paid no mind to it as the car jolted forward even faster.

"Stop the car!" Steve shouted.

Max slammed the steering wheel, "Everybody shut up! I'm trying to focus!" Lucas poked his head through the middle and pointed around a bend.

"Oh wait! That's Mount Sinai! Make a left!"

"What!?"

"Make a left! Left! Go left!"

Max haphazardly span the steering wheel crashing through a mailbox, and kicking up a few leaves onto the windshield after dipping into a ditch. Marley yelled at the top of her lungs and closed her eyes, relaxing as soon as Max pulled onto the road again.

"Holy fucking shit!" Dustin screamed, his voice cracking violently.

"Marley..." Marley looked to Max and then to what she was looking at and noticed her hand had clasped itself around Max's thigh. The Harrington girl threw her hands up in the air, her eyes wide and guilty.

"I'm sorry!" She cried out.

"Watch out!" Mike squealed as Max pulled onto a dirt road, rocks and mud flying everywhere as the wheels skidded through the murk, Max tensed and spun the wheel again, driving over a ruined sign and speeding over rotten pumpkin patches until eventually, she stopped in front of a huge mound of dirt.

"Woah! Hello!" Steve screamed.

"Incredible," Mike breathed.

"Told you," Max muttered and took the keys out of the ignition, looking straight forward, "Zoomer."