The Ultimate Gay Shit Tome

trapped (elmax)

Eleven felt trapped.

She should be happy, she had escaped that place, she had found friends, she had found Mike.

Mike.

The name made her frown.

He had told her about love, he had held her, he had kissed her, he called her his girlfiend.

But they way he had described love, she hadn't felt it with him.

Was something wrong with her?

Had Papa done something to her?

Was she broken?

These thoughts consumed her, so she tried harder.

She kissed him harder, she told him he was everything to her, but it only made her feel more empty.

When she dissapeared after defeatingbthe demogorgan after the snow ball and returned, there was someone else.

A new person.

A girl.

Eleven saw her through the window of the gym door, skateboarding,
Her ginger hair flying behind her as she did kickflips and other assorted tricks.

Eleven lost herself.

She felt like she was watching a tv show, her heart mimicing the skate board as it spun and flipped.

Then she heard Mike's voice.

She snapped out of her dream state, was she flirting with him?

Anger and jelosy grew inside her, before she knew it Mike was sprawled on the ground.

The girl leaned over him, trying to figure out if he was ok, and then her head shot up.

And Eleven swore her eyes were the most beautiful things she had ever seen, like a portal into a lost demension. Not one of monsters and blood, but one of serenity and love.

And then the brunette bolted.

What the hell was going on with her?

It was a while before the two first offically met.

" Hi i'm Max." The ginger said, holding out her hand and smiling.

Eleven's brain broke, the ginger's smile made her feel weak and helpless.
Before she knew it Eleven had pushed the ginger out of the way, leaving an expression on her face that made the brunette's heart break.

What was wrong with her? Why was she like this?

One day Eleven finally had enough of whatever was going on with her.

She approached Max as her board flew out from under her and caught it, before handing it back to the ginger.

Max turned to face her, a mix of frustration, annoyance, fear, and something else she couldnt quite put her finger on filling her eyes.

Eleven found herself blurting words out before her mind could get past the part that Max was actually looking at her.

" I need help. " The words left her mouth quickly, leaving her with little time to improvise.

Worry and hesitaion overpowered everything else in the ginger's eyes.

" What's wrong?"

" Somethings wrong with Mike, or me, I dont know which one." The brunnette said, squeezing her eyes shut.

Suddenly she felt a soft hand take her own, she opened her eyes to see Max, staring at her with such love and worry that she forgot how to breathe.

" Come on." She said softly, leading the brunette down the street, her hand still clasped in the ginger's, not griping tightly like Mike did, but softly.