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Date: 2023-04-15 09:12 pm (UTC)From:Instead, she shrugs, exhaling a little.]
Sure.
[She leads the way to the porch, fishing her key out of her pocket and unlocking the front door, pushing it open with the toe of her shoe and propping the bat up beside it, glancing at him over her shoulder.]
Looks like the power went out again. [She makes a show of rolling her eyes as she steps into the trailer.]
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Date: 2023-04-15 10:01 pm (UTC)From:[ He glances over his shoulder at the Munson's trailer, the porchlight still glowing despite the morning hour and frowns as he follows Max inside. He takes in the living room, spotting the flashlight on a low table near the door. There's a blanket on the couch, balled up into the corner and a thin film of dust on the tv where it's been undisturbed for a while. The trailer is warm in the June morning sun and is probably only going to get warmer as the day goes on. He nods towards the bathroom, moving past the kitchen where the only thing in sight is an open box of cereal, the opening at the top clear that whoever was eating out of it hadn't bothered with a bowl or milk.
The last time he'd been in Max's trailer it was after they'd gotten out of the upside down the first time and were trying to figure out their last move. It had been crowded with the rest of the gang and the bathroom had been one of the most highly sought spots. He remembers Max's mom's hairspray because it was the same kind he used, but now he sees none of the clutter that had marked her presence before. No hairspray, no make-up, no shampoo for colored hair. Even in the near darkness of the bathroom, the only light coming from a small glossed window, he can see only Max's things here. Steve opens the medicine cabinet and tries to squint at the labels. They're all Max's, all half full, all dated the day she was discharged from the hospital. He closes the mirror and frowns at his reflection in the mirror.
He moves to the door and opens it, stepping out and moving to the kitchen. He goes to the powerless fridge and opens it to find it nearly empty. He shuts it and looks up at Max, putting his hands on his hips.] Max, where's your mom?
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Date: 2023-04-16 12:33 am (UTC)From:[Max looks at him warily as he heads down the hall toward the bathroom and she exhales, rubbing a hand over her face and trying to figure out what she's going to do today. School's out for the summer, and if the one remaining gate is under control, then she needed to figure out something else to do. Maybe she'd go across the way and check on Wayne Munson, who'd been beyond kind to her since she'd gotten out of the hospital and back home. She just has to be careful, because he asked questions a lot, about her mom.
And Max didn't have any answers, though her own lies are certainly getting easier to repeat. She has a feeling she'll be hearing from Lucas before long, about the time that Will and Jonathan fill him in on her adventures at the Creel House yesterday with Steve. He won't be happy about it, she knows, but.
She can't stay sidelined. Not after everything, not after being the reason the town was in shambles in the first place.
She stands in the middle of the living room, lost in thought, and doesn't even notice Steve at first, but then she freezes at the look on her face and her heart sinks. He knows, she realizes. Or at least he's close to it.]
I told you. She's at work.
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Date: 2023-05-23 11:39 pm (UTC)From:He sighs and rubs a hand down his face, unconsciously mirroring Max's earlier gesture. He tilts his head to the side and stares hard at the worn kitchen floor. He thinks about Max alone in the dark, hot trailer with no one looking out for her and it makes his chest feel tight with concern and anger at her mom for leaving her alone.
He looks back at Max.] Listen, I can drive across town to see if you're telling the truth or we can sit down and talk about what's really going on. Either way, you know I'm not letting this go.
[ He gestures towards her, his shoulder pulling at the bandage she'd helped put in place yesterday.] I can't. And I know you can look after yourself, but I'm not just going to leave you on your own.
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Date: 2023-07-22 06:01 pm (UTC)From:Her entire family, at some point or other, has abandoned her, whether by choice or not. Her dad had essentially given up on seeing her when she'd moved to Indiana, and he rarely ever called or wrote. Billy had died, even if he'd hated her guts; he'd still been family. And her mom...well. Obviously she found better things to do.
But here was Steve Harrington, vowing not to leave her alone. Steve, who'd been one of the only people who'd ever stood up for her, who'd saved her life on more than one occasion, including when he'd only just met her. She lets out a shaky breath, feeling the beginnings of another headache coming on.]
She's gone. [There's no point in beating around the bush with it. He's not going to back down on this one. She knows him well enough to know that.] I don't know where she is. I haven't seen her since...
[She shrugs.]
Before everything.
Max! <3
Date: 2023-07-25 06:06 pm (UTC)From:Steve nods, clenching his jaw and looking around the triler. ] Okay, pack up your stuff. You're going to stay with me until we can find her, okay? Get your clothes, school stuff, prescriptions, anything you might need in the next couple of days. We can come back for the rest later.
[ He pauses.] Do you want me to help?
Steve! <3
Date: 2023-07-27 02:00 am (UTC)From:I don't think she's coming back.
[There's resignation in her voice, but she shrugs like it's no big deal, like her life hasn't continued crashing down around her. She shakes her head and then walks toward the hallway to grab her bookbag, stuffing a couple changes of clothes in them, and her medications from the bathroom mirror. It's not much, but she doesn't need much, as it turns out. She's done without air conditioning and lights, without a fridge full of food, without her mom.
The idea of foster care is beyond horrifying but it's not like there's going to be a choice.]
I just want to be part of fixing things and then --
[She hefts the bag onto her shoulder, tightening her fingers around the backpack strap so tight her knuckles turn white.]
I guess we call family services to figure out what happens next.
Re: Steve! <3
Date: 2023-07-27 03:11 pm (UTC)From:Steve watches her grab her things, his mind spinning. He shakes his head when she mentions family services.] Don't worry about that right now. We'll figure it out, okay? I'll talk to Hopper and see what our options are.
[ At the very least, at least they have Hopper on their side. Steve looks around the trailer one more time. ] You sure you have everything you need?
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Date: 2023-07-28 02:56 am (UTC)From:[There's really not much to figure out. She knows how this story goes. She's only fifteen, but she knows enough to know what happens when a kid gets abandoned by their parent. And it's not like her dad would want her back in California. He's started a new life of his own and it doesn't include her.
She exhales, trying to get her shoulders to relax, knowing the more tense she is, the worse her headache will end up being once it hits full force.
She wraps her arms around herself unconsciously.]
You didn't really need to use the bathroom at all, did you?
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Date: 2023-07-29 11:12 pm (UTC)From:He moves towards the door, holding it open for her. ] Does anyone else know? Your dad? Lucas?
Um. The latest backtag you've probably ever had...?
Date: 2025-02-19 04:47 pm (UTC)From:No. I haven't talked to my dad since I moved here. He's - got a new life. [One that definitely doesn't involve Max.]
And definitely not, no. There's been too much going on and it's been fine. I've been fine, Steve.
[Really. Aren't you convinced? She heads out the door, clutching onto her bag.]
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Date: 2025-04-30 11:42 pm (UTC)From:Listen, I've got a big empty house and I could use the company. You can stay with me as long as you want to. Even after we track down your mom.
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Date: 2025-04-30 11:50 pm (UTC)From:But --
[But what if his parents come back at some point? She's not sure how likely that is given she's never met them and she's spent a lot of time with the others at Steve's in the last couple years.]
Steve, are you sure?
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Date: 2025-05-01 12:01 am (UTC)From:He licks his lips, tossing his keys up and catching them before pointing a finger at her.] But don't make me regret it, okay? No parties. And no Lucas after curfew. [ He can't even keep a straight face for more than a few seconds after that. ] Kidding.
But seriously, don't do anything your lawyer wouldn't approve of.
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Date: 2025-05-01 12:09 am (UTC)From:Max's mouth curves up into a tiny smirk at the Lucas comment followed by the kidding. Like she'd have taken that seriously for two seconds. The lawyer comment, though --
She ducks her head a little.]
In retrospect being an asshole to someone who was trying to help me was -- not my finest moment. [It's...not quite an apology but the sentiment is there, even if she's pretty sure he hadn't taken that comment to heart.]
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Date: 2025-05-03 04:05 am (UTC)From:[ Thank God she got more time than that. Even if he was pretty sure he was having a heart attack the moment he saw her eyes and she started rising up into the air. Even the thought of it now sends a chill down his spine and he rolls his shoulders to get rid of it. ] Come on, let's get out of here. I'm starving.
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Date: 2025-05-03 03:42 pm (UTC)From:We ate breakfast like an hour ago.
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Date: 2025-05-03 03:45 pm (UTC)From:[ He'd really just said it as a way to get out of the trailer park before someone asked what was going on, but a quick glance around indicated that no one was paying attention. He shrugs. ] I'm a growing boy.
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Date: 2025-05-03 03:52 pm (UTC)From:More mac and cheese when we get back to your place then? [Since she knows there are leftovers from last night.]
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Date: 2025-05-06 04:04 pm (UTC)From:Our place. [ He gives her a grin and slaps the top of his car. He knows better than to make her any promises he can't keep, but he means it when he says she can stay for as long as she likes. It's not like his parents are coming home anytime soon. And he does have plenty of room. Besides, at least he can make sure he's getting her to school every morning. There's no way they're getting through all of this and then Max Mayfield doesn't graduate. ]
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Date: 2025-05-06 11:01 pm (UTC)From:And so if her smile is just a little brighter as she climbs into the passenger seat, if her cheeks are a little warmer than usual, well. Words aren't her strong suit but it's not like she's trying to hide her response, either.]