3: iii (the sleepover)

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"promised myself i'd never hurt you and i did..how can you trust me again?"

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it was funny to think that the two girls had ever considered themselves not to be friends, max thought as she danced around el's room. "oh, you found ralph macchio!" she exclaimed as eleven flipped the page of a magazine. "macchio?"
"yeah, he's the karate kid?" max pretended to karate chop el to demonstrate, sending her into fits of giggles. "apparently he's an amazing kisser" she scoffed, reading the article next to the photo. "hey... is mike a good kisser?"
"i don't know, he's my first boyfriend"
"ex-boyfriend. but don't worry about it! i guarantee he'll come crawling back to you, begging for forgiveness. i bet him and lucas are like... wallowing in self pity right now"

"is lucas a good kisser?" eleven asked, suddenly remembering that mike wasn't the only one who got 'dumped' that afternoon. "we... i- we've actually never kissed" max lied.
"really?" she giggled, "have you ever even kissed anyone, max mayfield, the love expert?"
"...well obviously, but it's-"
"was he a good kisser, then?"
"h-he..." max stumbled nervously. was she seriously about to- "wait, you can tell me later. i just thought of something!" el interrupted.

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static crackled over the speakers as max kneeled in front of eleven on the carpet. "is this really going to work?" she said, fidgeting.
"yes" the brown haired girl answered, adjusting the blindfold. "holy shit, this is awesome!"
"max"
"yep... quiet, sorry..." silence filled the small room as el concentrated. "i see them!"
"what are they doing?"
"mike and lucas are eating. will and... felicity i think? look bored out of their minds. they say we are... species? emotion, not logic."
"what?" max muttered, although she understood clearly enough whah they meant.

moments later, she ripped away the blindfold, sending panic through the girl opposite her. "el... what happened? is everything ok?"
eleven looked up with large, dark eyes, then burst out laughing. of course, in no time both of them were lay on the floor in hysterics.

"hey! what did i say? three inches! three!" a voice from the hallway startled them, and the face of a rather disheveled and intoxicated hopper appeared behind the door. "don't you knock? jeez" max frowned. el nodded in agreement, "yeah! jeez"
"oh... uh, i'm sorry, i thought..."
"mike's not here. max wanted to have a sleepover, if that's ok with you?" el explained.
"yeah. yeah, yeah, as long as your parents know about it... yeah, it's cool." hopper rambled. "it's totally cool... i'll leave, i'll just leave"

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"holy shit, i can't believe we're really doing this" max laughed, arranging small pieces of paper around the bottle. "ready?" el asked, taking the bottle and spinning it. "oh, felicity!" she read out. well shit.
"uh, isn't that kind of boring? i think we should spin again!" max attempted to avoid the situation, but eleven had already tied on the blindfold, ready.

for some reason, it felt more wrong now that it was her. earlier was fun, and the boys... well, they deserved it. but did she? "i see her!" el smiled. "she's home i think."
"...what's she doing?" max almost didn't dare ask. "reading. or writing something, i can't really tell. d'you want me to read it out?"
"no!" max almost yelled. this was creepy enough without going through the diary of the girl she used to like. used to, she was sure.

eleven pulled off the blindfold. "you act weird around her now. it's like you aren't friends" she described innocently. "something happened, it's nothing to worry about" max dismissed.
"i-is she a good kisser?"
WELL SHIT.
"what..." oh forget it. no point in hiding anymore, especially since el knew already.
"i mean, yeah... but how did you-"
"what happened between you two? i saw the way you adored each other"
"we can't be together. i didn't want to lead her on or make her think that's what i wanted!"
el sighed.

"fuck, if only you knew how badly i've wanted to hold her hand, or kiss her cheek because it makes her blush, or teach her to skateboard because she thinks it's cool, or call her mine."
"i don't understand"
"i'm not one of them! i'm not a f*g, i'm not a qu**r! i don't want people think that about me. billy... he told me they would. and i'm NOT."
by this point max was crying. she was actually crying in el's bedroom because some girl had decided to make her question everything she knew about herself.
el didn't say anything, only wrapped her arms tightly around her. "you know, we'll always love you, no matter who you like?"

who you like.
it was felicity. it had always been her. there was no point in pretending she felt anything close to that with lucas. breaking things off with her wasn't the answer, but how the hell could tell lis that? how could she fix it now?

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"again?" el asked, picking up the bottle. "yeah" max smiled weakly. "billy..."
"ok, let me warn you. if he's with a girl or doing something gross, just get out of there as fast as you can, before you're scarred for life."
"max!"
"no, i'm serious! he's really gross!"
"quiet!" she sighed, tuning the radio to static.

"el?" max called, tapping her lightly. the blindfolded girl had started to cry, tears dampening the black fabric over her eyes.
eleven gasped and pulled it off.
"what is it? what happened?"
"we need to go over to yours tomorrow. i think billy's done something... something bad..."

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916 words
i was going to make this episode one chapter but it would be like a year long so this one is short ig

ah! we do be confessing stuff to el.
feel free to vote & let me know what you think in the comments!!

~bee💜

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