𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖, s.h.

𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. hard feelings

s4 e4 {dear billy}
"YOU MAKE ME MAD, LIKE NO ONE CAN WITH YOUR ATTITUDE. YOU TALK A LOT BUT YOU DON'T SAY MUCH." al kerbey

MICKEY SAT WITH HER HEAD BACK AGAINST THE HEADREST, her hand in Steves on his lap. Every so often, his thumb would rub over the back of her hand, comforting her as he drove. As they arrived to the Mayfield residents, the Harrington boy turned his body, his girlfriend's hand still enclosed in his.

"Just breath, Mick. I told you it would be okay." Mickey nodded in agreement with her boyfriend as she let go of his hand, getting out of the car. She hadn't been home very much since the last time she and her mom had argued and Mickey wasn't really ready to be back. Mickey was just there for Max. The older Mayfield girl was just hoping her mom wasn't home.

"Mickey." The younger redhead softly tapped her sister's shoulder, grabbing her attention and pointing out towards the back. Guess Mickey hoped too soon.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." The younger girl pulled her sister outside, practically begging her to come with, so thats what Mickey did. Only because she was a good sister.

"Mom." The woman looked over her shoulder, seeing her two daughters walking towards her.

"Hey, you guys. Max, I thought you were with your friends today. Makayla, where have you been?" The older girl sighed, asking her mom to not call her that. "I gave birth to you, I have a right to call you whatever I want."

"I didn't ask you to give birth to me, now did I?" Max quickly shut the argument down, changing the subject and pulling the attention away from her older sister.

"Shouldn't you be at work?" Mickey watched her mother answer her younger sister, the older woman's expression going from hatred to love in a matter of seconds. She could tell who the new favorite was.

"Oh, Mr. Bradley let me off early. So, I'm just catching up on some chores." The girl nodded in understanding, telling the older woman she had left some letters inside. Mickey just stood there, a blank expression on her face and her arms crossed over her chest. "Letters? I... I don't understand."

"I just, uhm. With all the murders and everything, I... I know it's stupid but I just started to think, what if something happens to me?" The older lady smiled as she shook her head.

"Max, baby, nothing is going to happen to you." The older Mayfield sister mentally laughed at the woman, wondering why she was putting on such an act.

"I know, but if it did, I just... There's so many things I want to say, that I need to say, and... promise you'll give the letters out?"

"Max, you're scaring me." The younger red head looked up at her mother, assuring her that she wasn't trying to scare her. "Is something going on?" Max shook her head, telling her no as the woman pushed. "Is it, baby?"

"No, no, you're right. I'm sure I'll be fine. I'm being silly." The younger Mayfield girl sniffled, the mother pulling her youngest into her arms. Mickey scoffed, walking away from the two. Instead, she stormed into the trailer, angry at the fact that not even a week ago she was getting shitted on and yelled at, but here her mom was, acting like it was all normal. The older girl walked over to the table in the kitchen, finding an old piece of mail and pen, writing her mother her own letter. The words 'fuck you' were written out across the envelope, the girl hanging it with a magnet on the fridge. Mickey took one last look at it before walking out of the trailer.

"Mickey?" The girl looked up to see her boyfriend leaning against his car, just like he had been the day her and her mother had that argument. Dustin and Lucas were still in the backseat, talking away and paying no attention to the couple outside. "What's wrong? Did she say something to you?" Mickey shook her head as she moved to stand in front of the boy, both of his hands finding hers, letting her talk.

"It's just the way she's acting towards me now. It's like I'm a bad daughter." Steve shook his head in disagreement, telling her that that was not the case. "I know I'm not, but she's acting like it. And I'm just so tired of it. Ever since Billy died, I feel like everything's falling apart." The Harrington boy looked down at his girlfriend, sighing.

"If everything else falls apart, I'll still be right here to get you back up." Mickey looked up at Steve, chuckling at the words that escaped his mouth. "Yeah, I know how bad that sounded. Just be quiet, I'm trying to be a good boyfriend."