Max Mayfield x Fem!Oc
S2 --- S4
SEASON 2 --- COMPLETED
SEASON 3 --- COMPLETED
SEASON 4 --- WRITING
all rights go to the people who created stranger things, I only own my own character and added dialogue.
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𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 : 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗗
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"𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘐... 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶?"
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SPENCER LEANED BACK ONTO LUCAS' LEGS, her own legs crossed beneath her as they all watched Eleven’s nose bleeding, a bandana tied around her head, covering her eyes. Max sat next to her, eyes moving from the brunette to the blonde, still unsure where they stood. Something like bile crept up her throat as she saw Spencer with Lucas, especially after catching them both creeping out the bathroom together that morning. After the sauna test, her and Spence had gone back to being awkward with each other, and Max really wished she could talk to her, but Spencer was making it a point to stick with Lucas or Will – she couldn’t help but think that Spencer really did feel something for her ex-boyfriend.
Since this had been going on over a night, Max decided to leave it and wait for an opportunity, not pushing Spencer to comprehend what she was feeling, because the red-head knew it would be confusing. Although, she had figured out how she felt. She was pretty sure she had felt it for a while now… no, not pretty sure, she was definitely sure.
“I found him,” Eleven spoke, making Spencer sit up from her leaning position. If she was being honest, she had been trying to sleep a bit before anything else complicated happened. She hadn’t exactly slept well like everyone else last night, not only was Mike’s basement’s floor uncomfy as hell, her mind was still reeling from the moment between her and Max in the swimming pool parking lot. She was scared that she had messed everything up because the red-head hadn’t spoken to her since, at least not directly. Although, last night, when she got up to get something to drink, someone else came to talk to her.
