2: A possible new friend opportunity.

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Y/n's pov

After school, Max skated around the stairwell at the back of the school, and we talked at the second stairwell.

"There is no way it's her." Mike objected.

"Yeah it's basically impossible to get that high a score, except for y/n." Will said, shooting a smile at me.

"But her name is Max." Lucas said.

"So?" Mike asked.

"So, how many Max's do you know?" Lucas asked.

"I don't know. None." Will said.

"Exactly." I said.

"Yeah, I mean, she shows up the day after someone with the same name beats me at dig dug? It's got to be her." Dustin said.

"Plus, she skateboards, so she seems pretty awesome." I added.

"Awesome?!? None of us have even talked to her!" Mike said.

"Shit! Target lost!" Dustin said.

"Look!" Will said, pointing to the girl, who was walking away and threw something into the trash.

Mike Will and Lucas basically sprinted over and opened the paper while Dustin and I walked over.

Way to be stealthy, guys. Totally not weird at all that you're sprinting over to a garbage can in anticipation.

"Oh man." Lucas huffed.

"Stop spying on me creeps." I read off the crumpled up paper and sighed.

"Well, shit." Dustin and I said in unison.

Max was giggling and walking away, her skateboard in hand and I sighed.

I heard a car horn and I turned to see Joyce who was leaned out of the side of her car.

"Time to go, kiddo." She called to Will.

Will waved bye to us and got in the car, Joyce driving away.

"I gotta go, we need to put stuff out for the yard sale." Mike said.

"Bye." Lucas said as Mike got on his bike and biked away.

"Bye Michael!" I called.

"Bye y/n!" Mike yelled back.

"So do we wait at the arcade and see if it's her?" I asked, looking back to Dustin and Lucas.

"I guess, but what if she doesn't come?" Lucas said.

"Then we go in and play, try to win back our high scores, not like y/n needs to though." Dustin grumbled. He had been terribly upset about only his record being broken and not mine, claiming it was "unfair." For the whole bike ride home.

——

"This is stupid." I said.

We were sitting behind a bush, Lucas was looking through a pair of binoculars and Dustin looked like he was about to fall asleep from boredom.

"I agree with y/n." Dustin sighed, glaring at Lucas in frustration.

"Why do you even need those?" I questioned Lucas's sanity, to which I was ignored.

"Still no sign?" Dustin asked.

"Jack shit." Lucas replied.

"Wait... Ten o'clock! Ten o'clock!" I pointed to the red head, spotting the girl.

"They're arguing! They're arguing!" Lucas said, his binoculars back at his face once more.

"Yeah, I can see that. I mean, why do you even need those?" Dustin asked the same question I had.

Max was yelling into an old blue Camaro, then she slammed the door and flipped off the driver as he drove away.

"Woah." Lucas said in total admiration.

She stomped into the arcade and we followed, peeking through the glass to see her completely dominating Dig dug once more.

"That's Madmax, alright." I concluded.

——

We were biking home, and we had been trying to get in contact with Mike all day.

"Mike? Mike!" Dustin said for the millionth time that day.

"Yeah, I copy." Mike said from the other line, sighing.

"What the hell are you doing on this channel again?" Dustin asked, confused.

"Nothing. What do you need?" Mike asked irritably.

"We were right! Max is Madmax!" Dustin exclaimed in excitement.

"Yeah, I'm busy." Mike said, sounding annoyed.

"But-" Dustin started, but Mike had turned off his walkie.

"Shit." Dustin said.

I sighed.

"So what now?" I asked.

"We stick to the plan." Dustin shrugged at me.

"Mike's not gonna like it." Lucas shook his head doubtfully.

"Yeah, well, last time I checked, Mike isn't in charge." I stated the facts of our party.

"Our party's a democracy, not a dictatorship." Dustin added.

Eventually, Lucas reached the intersection to his house.

We said goodbye and continued biking.

"Bye, dust. See you tomorrow!" I called as Dustin stopped at his house.

"See you!" He shouted back, waving with a grin.

I pulled into my driveway next to his and put my bike in the garage, walking up the stairs and inside.

"Hi honey, how was school and the arcade?" My mom asked, coming to greet me in the living room.

"Good... Hey mom?" I asked.

"Mhm?" She hummed.

"What do you do when you really like someone?" I asked reluctantly.

She smiled at me softly in an understanding manner, coming to sit next to me on the sofa.

"Just tell them how you feel." She replied simply, smoothing out her skirt.

"But what if I'm worried they don't like me and won't want to be friends anymore?" I said, immediately regretting my choice of words.

Shit, I shouldn't have said that. I only have, like four friends.

"It's Dustin, isn't it?" She asked with a knowing look.

"Pffft, What?! No!" I objected.

She raised her eyebrows at me.

"Yeah. It is." I sighed.

"Don't think about it too much, you may not realize it but, honey, the way he looks at you, he adores you." She smiled, tapping the end of my nose twice and standing back up.

"Okay... thanks mom!" I said, giving her a hug.

"Of course." She smiled, walking back to the kitchen. "Oh and dinner in twenty!" My mom called as I walked up the stairs.

"Copy that!" I called back, hearing her light chuckle from the kitchen.

I flopped down on my bed, sprawled out on my soft floral sheets.

He adores me?

I thought about it for a while before my thoughts got the best of me and I raced down stairs.

"Mom!" I said.

"What's up?" She asked, turning away from the stove.

"What do you mean he adores me?" I asked.

She smiled at me and turned back to the stove. "You know what I mean."

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