the case of the missing lifeguard

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Max and I went back to the cabin for a sleepover. "You must be an angel I can see it in your eyes Full of wonder and surprise..." Max sung along. "Oh, you found Ralph Macchio," she giggles as I look through a magazine. "Macchio?" I question. "Yeah, he's the karate kid. Hai-yah!" she exclaims. "He's so hot, right? I bet he's an amazing kisser, too. Hey, uh... is Mike a good kisser?" she asks. "I don't know. He's my first boyfriend," I explain. "Ex-boyfriend," she corrects. "Right," I laugh awkwardly. "I guarantee you, him and Lucas are, like, totally wallowing in self-pity and misery right now. They're like, 'Oh, I hope they take us back,' God, what I wouldn't give to see their stupid faces," she mocks. I look at her. "What is it?" she asks. I turn the radio on. I wrap the blindfold around my eyes. "Is this really gonna work?" she asks. "Max!" I scold. "Sorry," she mutters.

Mikes' pov

"What's wrong with me? What did I do wrong?" I ask. "Nothing," Lucas replies. "What did I do wrong? What could I have done wrong?" I ask, my mouth full of cheese chips. "Mike, do I have to go through this again?" Lucas asks.

Your pov

"I see them," I exclaim. "What are they doing?" Max asks. "Eating," I reply.

Mike's pov

"I just don't understand what I did to deserve this," I exclaim. "Nothing. Nothing. That's my whole point. You are the victim here," Lucas explains. "I know. It's just, why is she treating me this way? I don't know," I begin. "Mike--" Lucas tries cutting me off. "What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong?" I repeat. "Mike, stop. Relax. Just relax. Okay? Stop asking rational questions," Lucas advised. "I know, I know, you're right. You're right," I sigh. "Yeah," Lucas continues. "Because women act on emotion and not logic," I explain. "Precisely. It's a totally different species," Lucas agrees.

Your pov

"They say we are 'species.' " I blurt. "What?" Max asks. "Emotion, not logic," I add. "What?" Max quizzes.

Mike's pov

"Guys, it's ready," Will blurt. "Will, not right now," Lucas advised. "They broke up with you. What else is there to talk about?" Will questioned. "Tons," Lucas replied. "Yeah, we're trying to solve the great mystery of the female species," I continue before letting out a loud-ass burp. "Dude, you can smell the nacho cheese," I chuckle. "I got that beat," Lucas admitted. "What?" I ask. "Oh, no," Will exclaimed. "No, Lucas, no. No!" I beg. I see Lucas lift up his leg before he let out the loudest fart. "Lucas! Lucas!" I shout

y/n pov

I rip off my blindfold before breaking out in a huge laughing fit. We turn the music back on and read more magazines. Hopper burst through the door. "Do you knock? Jeez!" Max exclaims. "Yeah! Jeez!" I repeat. "Oh, hey. I'm sorry. I thought that, uh--" He began. "Mike's not here. Max wanted to have... a sleepover. Is that... okay?" I ask. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Your parents know about it?" Hopper asked. Max nods. "Uh, yeah, it's cool. Yeah. That's--That's really cool," Hopper slurred. "Did you need something?" Max asked. "No, no. Uh, I'll leave. I'll just let you... I'll leave you... " Hopper mumbles before walking out.

"Holy shit, I can't believe we're really doing this. Ready?" Max asks. "Ready," I reply. I spin the bottle as it lands on Mr. Wheeler. "Mr. Wheeler. Ugh. Boring," Max groans. "Yeah, boring," I copy. "Spin again," she laughs. "Against the rules?" I question. "We make our own rules," Max explains. I spin the bottle again. I watch as it lands on Billy. "Billy. Okay, look, I should just warn you, if he's with a girl or doing something gross, just get out of there right away before you're scarred for life," Max started. "Max--" I protest. "No, I'm just saying, I'm serious. He's really gross!" she continues. "Max!" I repeat. "Okay, shutting up now," she laughs as she turns the radio to static. I put the blindfold on.

"I found him," I blurt. "What's he doing?" Max asks. "I don't know. He's... on the floor... talking to someone," I whisper.

mini time skip

I rip off the blindfold, panting heavily. "What is it? What happened?" Max asks. I look at her worriedly.

time skip

"It's gonna start pouring soon. We should be at the mall or, like, watching a movie or something," Max complains as we walk to her house. "You don't believe me?" I ask. "I believe you saw some super weird stuff, totally, but you said people have sensed you in there before, right? So maybe it was just like that. Maybe Billy just... sensed you somehow," she suggests. "But the screams," I argue. "Yeah, I know, but here's the thing. When Billy is alone with a girl, they make, like, really crazy noises," Max explains. "They scream?" I ask. "Yeah, but, like... happy screams," she adds. "Happy screams? What is happy screams?" I quiz. "It's like... I'm just gonna lend you my mom's Cosmo," she sighs. "His car's not here. You really want to do this?" she questions. I nod. We walk into Billy's room. "Why do I get the feeling we're gonna find all kinds of wrong in here?" she asks. We walk into the bathroom. "Max?" I mumble. "Ice. It's just ice. It's probably for his muscles or something. He works out like a maniac," she reassures us. She picked up a bag. I open a cabinet, pulling out a bin. "Y/n, what is it?" Max asks. I pull out a red fanny pack and a bloody whistle. I look at Max

Max and I went to the pool. "Excuse me," Max smiles. "No one in the water until 30 minutes after the last strike. And don't try and argue with me. You wanna get electrocuted, go climb a tree," the male lifeguard spoke dryly. "Yeah, we don't care. We're not here to swim. Or get electrocuted," Max scoffs. "We found this," I explain, pulling out the fanny pack. "Does that belong to anybody here?" Max asks. "Oh, yeah. That's Heather's. I'll get it back to her," the man replies. "We could give it back to her," I suggest. "You could. 'Cept she's not here. Bailed on me today. What is this? You girls want a reward or something?" the man asks. "No. We're just... Good Samaritans," Max smiles. I walk over to the staff wall. "Heather. Do you think you can find her?" Max asks. I rip Heather's picture off the wall. I got my goggles ready as Max turned the showers on. I sat on the ground. "What do you see?" Max asks. "A door. A red door," I mumble.

time skip

I fling the goggles off my head, panting heavily. "What happened? Y/n!" Max shouts. I look over at her.

Max and I rode to the house I saw Heather at. "Is this it?" Max asks. I nod. I unlock the door with my powers. We walk into the house soaking wet. "This is her house," Max blurt. "What?" I whisper. "Heather's house," she continues. We hear people laughing in the next room over. We walk into the dining room to see Heather's parents and Billy laughing. Once they notice our presence, they look at us. "Max," Billy blurt. "We didn't mean to... barge in. We tried to knock, but... maybe you didn't hear us over the storm," She explains. "I'm sorry, who is this dripping all over my living room right now?" The man asked. "I'm sorry. Janet, Tom, this... is my sister, Max," Billy chuckles. "Oh!" the woman named Janet smiles. "What on earth are you doing here? Is something wrong?" Billy asked. "We just wanted to make sure everything was okay," Max replies. "Okay? Why wouldn't it be okay?" Billy asked. "Where is she?" I question. "I'm sorry. Where is who?" Billy quizzed. "Well, they're a little burnt, I'm sorry--" Heather began. "Heather! This is my sister, Max. And, I'm sorry, I did not quite catch your name," Billy looked at me. "Y/n," I reply. "Y/n. Now, what is it you were saying, Y/n? You were looking for somebody?" Billy asked. I look at Heather. "I saw you--" I start. "Your manager. At the pool. He said you guys didn't come in to work today, so we got worried," Max cut me off. "Heather wasn't feeling so hot today, so we thought we'd take the day off to nurse her back to health. But you're feeling just fine right now, aren't you, Heather?" Billy questioned. "I'm feeling so much better. Do you girls want a cookie? They're fresh out of the oven," Heather smiled. We declined before leaving the house. Something is sketchy.

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