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"I seriously doubt that." She says from my bed.

Ever since the Snowball, it's been two things that I can hide from Max- and you can make a good guess of what each of the secrets are. I came out to Mom the same night, leaving the dance early like the unsocial kid that I am, finding her outside with Hop- like seven feet away from the school's gym. So, I'd done a pretty good job at keeping it to myself... for about ten minutes...

Hop didn't really give a shit when he heard, and Mom did that mom thing of being overdramatic for when their child does something basic for themselves- hugging me so tight I may have exploded right there and then if she wasn't careful. Hopper did, however, offer to scare any kids if they bullied me for it though, so that was nice...

"Maxine Mayfield." I say, looking at her from the mirror. "You're doubting me?!" I asked, faking shock and hurt in my voice.

She didn't even look up from the magazine she was reading, smirking. "I certainly am, Parker Byers."

Turning in my chair, I got a better look at the red head, of who was sprawled across my bed, comfier than I'd ever seen her before. Max probably spent just as much time at our place than at her own house- which didn't really scare me that much considering what I'd heard about Billy and Neil's behaviour. She couldn't help it when she'd tap on my bedroom window at two in the morning, begging to stay for the rest of the day, and I certainly wasn't going to let her stay out there in the cold to freeze.

"I did the kickflip." I insisted, placing the comic down on my desk to cross my arms.

"And I've got a pet Demogorgon." She mocked, making me snicker. Dustin who? "Did Johnathan video it?"

"Why would Johnathan video it?" I asked her, confused on why such a thing would even occur. Johnathan was far too wrapped in work, but more importantly- Nancy. He could never seem to take his eyes off of the girl.

She shrugged, then turning magazine's page around to show me a picture of some boy. "Look at him. I bet he'd be an amazing kisser." I grimaced at her words, looking at the boy in question. He wasn't exactly the definition or pretty. Steve Harrington had better hair. "Can you please pretend you're interested in a guy for two seconds?" Max teased me, turning the magazine back to her, continuing to look.

"Uh..." I rolled my eyes slightly and looked away, needing a subject change immediately.

"There must be some guy you're interested in, Park." The girl says, flicking through the pages. Nope. Not even close. I chuckled, biting my lip as I thought desperately. I certainly wasn't going to lie my way out of this one. No matter how tempting it was. "What?" She asked, eyes no longer glued to the reading material in front of her, and over at me. Shaking my head silently, I spun back around to pick up my comic book on Black Widow.

"So, you do like someone?" There was a teasing sound in my best friend's voice, making me hate this conversation even more than I already was. Staying silent, I read the book and shook my head. "Is it Dustin? God, please tell me it's not Dustin- What about that boy who sat in front of us in Mr Clarke's class... I forgot his name-"

"I don't like any guy." I insisted, turning to look over at her from the comic quickly. The girl raised an eyebrow. "I'm serious, Max." I warn, but the eyebrow didn't fall down, and she smiled. "What?" I asked, trying to hold back a smile, too. It was contagious.

"You like someone, I know it." She continued to tease, causing a roll of the eyes from me in return. "Park, seriously, you know I'm not going to judge you-"