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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ: ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɴᴇ

"DUSTIN?" I called, hearing loud clatters from the kitchen. "CAN YOU NOT DESTROY OUR KITCHEN COMPLETELY?" I asked, not moving from the couch. Mike continued to pace the dinning room, causing a roll of the eyes from me before Max walked in with the dustpan and broom from the cupboard. "Want some help with that, Maxine?" I asked with a smile, standing up already.

"Of course... Parker." She says back, throwing the broom right at me. Maybe the throw was a little too fast, or maybe I have a horrible reaction time, but either way, I got hit on the nose by the broom- making her laugh.

"I can't catch, no fair." I muttered, thanking God that it hadn't gone far enough to obtain a nosebleed.

The red head held the dustpan at the floor as I swept up any loose glass shards from what was once apart of the front room window. First the wall, now the window...

"You okay, Park?" I heard the girl murmur the question so quiet it worried me. Another clatter came from the kitchen.

"DUSTIN-" I raised my voice over in the direction of the room and heard a loud SORRY from Lucas instead of Dustin. "Yeah..." I murmured, letting out a heavy breath. "Hanging in there..." Just. She nodded and smiled when a thought came to mind. "Look, what happened with El..." I spoke quietly so the boy one room over, and only a few metres away couldn't hear.

"I get it." Max says, quickly. She was hurt by it, though. "She doesn't trust me like she does with you guys." Nodding, I smiled weakly. Whatever was going on between Max and El, I needed it resolved and quick so we could be better than the boys all together as a trio, because that was my new priority currently.

"Mike..." I murmured after more time of us sweeping the floor. He was still pacing. "I'm gonna need you to stop pacing so much as you're going to wear out the floorboards."

"You weren't in there, okay, Park?" He said, turning on me quickly. Part of me wanted to fire back that he got out of the wrong side of the bed, then I remembered. "That lab is swarming with hundreds of those dogs."

"DEMO-DOGS!" Dustin shouted from the kitchen entrance.

"SHUT UP." I shouted back at him. "Hop is gonna be just fine protecting her." I say, back to my normal tone.

"Like she needs protection..." Max murmured from where she was.

"Listen, dude," Steve walked in, cleaning his hands with one of our dish cloths as Dustin and Lucas followed. "a coach calls a play in a game, bottom line, you execute it. All right?" Someone send Steve Harrington back to English class because no one just understood what he said.

"Okay, first of all, this isn't some stupid sports game." Mike began. "And second, we're not even in the game."

I sighed. "Yeah, we're basically on the bench." I muttered with my broom.

Steve stammered. "Righ-" He nodded as he thought. "So, my point is..." We waited. "Right... yeah, we're on the bench. So, uh, there's nothing we can do." As he finished his sentence, the boy with the gravity-defying hair threw the dish cloth over his shoulder, mother mode activated.

"That's not entirely true." Dustin says, making us all look over at him. "I mean, these Demo-dogs, they have a hive mind." We all stared, confused. "When they ran away from the bus, they were called away."

"So, if we get their attention..." Lucas murmured, catching on and helping connect the dots.

"Maybe we can draw them away from the lab." Max finished his sentence, nodding.