MARLEY // Max Mayfield

Tommy H (E)

Waking up to the sound of Lucas's annoying and eardrum destroying voice was not what Marley was expecting when she woke up in Max's bed. On the contrary, actually, she expected a pair of soft lips on hers seen as though that's usually what happened when she had a sleepover with Max.

"Do you copy? This is a code red. I repeat, this is a code red. Max. Do you copy? This is a code red!" Marley sat up fully, Max's arm sliding off of her and onto the pillow where she once laid. With a groan she grabbed the walkie, bringing it to her mouth.

"Shut...up!" Her voice was a lot raspier in the morning so Lucas probably had a hard time working out who it was.

"Marley is that you? What are you doing at Max's!?" she rolled her eyes.

"Making out!" she shouted slamming down the antenna and plopping back down onto the bed. The walkie soundlessly dropped down onto her discarded jacket from the night prior and she picked up Max's arm, draping it across her once more, waiting for sleep to consume her and it almost did, until it didn't.

The phone started to ring, earning a groan from Marley and Eleven. Max literally looked passed out, she was incredibly red so the Harrington placed her hand on her forehead, wincing. She was hot too and Marley thought that in all ways. She pulled the covers back and stumbled over to the phone.

"We're sleeping go away!" She mumbled into the phone, Mike was on the other side rambling about the Mind Flayer, sending signals of a migraine through Marley's head, "What are you talking about!?" He continued rambling. Overall, his voice was just incessant noise to Marley's barely conscious mind and she found herself scratching at her stomach, t-shirt halfway up her abdomen, "What?"

He hung up, Marley stared down at the phone through tired eyes and slammed the phone back down onto its receiver, leaning her head against the wall, knowing if she started banging it Max would scold her again.

"What did he say?" Eleven questioned, she turned to her and waited a moment as she rubbed her eyes lazily, yawning.

"Uh, it was Mike, he wants us to come over, apparently, it's important, and it could be a matter of life or death, whatever that means. Do you guys think we should go?" Eleven pointed at her throat.

"Your voice sounds funny..." she chuckled lightly and cracked her spine earning another shocked look from Eleven.

"It's called a morning voice, mines fairly raspy," Marley explained.

"I like your morning voice," Max muttered, finally sitting up and joining in the conversation, still slightly flushed.

"Why thank you red, speaking of why are you so flushed, have you got a fever?" Max looked at her incredulously.

"You literally told Lucas we were making out," Marley sighed and slid down the wall.

"Curse me and my tired mind..."

"Making out?" Eleven said quizzically.

"Yeah, you know smooshing faces," Marley shrugged and Eleven nodded. Max stood up shaking her head and went to the bathroom, leaving the two to their own devices. With another longer and harder sigh, Marley stood back up and pulled off her shirt, not expecting a cold finger to poke at her stomach. She laughed and chucked it to the floor.

"Another scar? Parents?" Eleven said looking at the raised and slightly discoloured skin. Marley smiled softly and shook her head, it was the one she had gotten from the Demodog, one Eleven had never been aware of.

"Oh, I got it last winter, remember the Demodogs?" She nodded and Marley took off her pants immediately replacing them with a pair of jeans she had kept in one of Max's drawers, "Yeah, I uh...I got hurt by one of them, with their claws, like the Demogorgon did to me, remember that?" She nodded again and shivered, watching as Marley pulled on some knee-high socks, six lines of colour at the top of them like a rainbow.