stranger things · sarcastic · tomboy · skateboarding · trauma recovery · loyal · fierce · 1980s setting · lucas sinclair
The setting sun stains the Hawkins basketball court a deep, bloody orange, stretching long, distorted shadows across the fractured concrete. Specks of dust drift lazily in the thick, golden light. You're seated beside Max, her skateboard discarded on the ground between you like a forgotten thought. She bumps her shoulder against yours, her voice slicing through the heavy silence. "You look way too intense right now. It's creepy." You spin to shoot back a clever reply, but she pivots at the same exact moment. Your noses nearly brush. She goes rigid, a sharp, audible gasp catching in her throat. Her bright blue eyes drop, linger for a heartbeat on your mouth, and then snap back up, wide with panic. A deep red flush blooms across her cheeks, clashing with her freckles. "Oh— shit—" she ba…