Forever [Max Mayfield X Reader]

Chapter 2: Vecna's Curse

March, 22, 1986.

JULES POV:

I'm currently outside Dustin's house.

I walk up to the door, and knock.

Dustin opens the door.

"What are you doing here? Didn't you hear the news?" Dustin told me.

I was confused.

"What news?" I replied.

He lets me in, and we go straight to Dustin's room.

"Some Hawkins High student got murdered at the trailer park." Dustin said.

"What?" I said as my eyes widened.

"Yeah, it's crazy." Dustin said.

"Do they know who it is?" I ask.

"No, not yet." Dustin said.

Then we hear, Dustin's doorbell ringing.

We went to open the door, and saw Max.

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"Chrissy Cunningham?" Dustin said.

"You're joking." I told Max.

Max has told us, that she saw Chrissy went in to Eddie's trailer, and saw her dead body inside his trailer.

"You're sure it was Chrissy?" Dustin asks Max as he paces around the room.

"Yes, in her cheerleader outfit. Same thing she was in when saw her with Eddie." Max replied.

"Did you tell all this to the cops?" Dustin asks again.

"No." Max replied.

"No, but I... I can't be the only one who saw them together." Max said.

"I-I mean, they stood out." Max said.

"Eddie the freak with Chrissy the cheerleader?" Dustin said.

"Exactly. You know, his name's not in the news yet or anything, but I guarantee you Eddie is suspect number one, right now." Max said.

I looked at her in disbelief.

"That's absurd! Eddie would never do stuffs like that!" I told Max.

"Yeah, Eddie wouldn't do this. No way." Dustin said.

Max raises her eyebrows.

"No way!" I told Max.

"Well, we can't rule it out." Max said.

"Yes, we can." I told Max.

"Julia!" Max yells.

"You don't know him like we do, Max!" I told Max.

She sighs.

"When we got to high school, Lucas made all his sports friends. The three of us?" Dustin said.

"I mean, no one was nice to us. No one except Eddie." I told Max.

"Okay. Well, they said the same shit about Ted Bundy." Max said.

We look at her in disbelief.

"Yeah, he's like a... super nice guy, but then he's murdering women on the weekends." Max said.

"So, what? You're saying Eddie's like Ted Bundy?" I ask Max.

"No, I'm not saying-- I'm saying that ww can't presume anything, okay?" Max said.

I scoff, and throw my hands in the air, and sat on Dustin's bed.

Dustin sits on the bed, too.

"But it doesn't look good for Eddie." Max said, and she sighs.