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"Max!" Eleven tried to shake the redhead awake before glancing up at the window.
The redhead's only response was a low hum before she tucked her head further into El's side. Eleven shivered slightly when Max's nose tickled her insides before nudging the girl's shoulder once more, looking outside through the window longingly.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight.
"El.." Max groaned pleadingly.
"Max, wake up." She forced urgency in her voice.
"Time?" The redhead rasped as she laid her arm across El's torso and went to pull the duvet over her face, grunting when it stopped short near her chest.
El rolled her eyes frustratedly as she glanced at the table clock.
"7:20." She answered, before gazing through the window like she had been for the past half hour.
"Max.." She started.
"Mhm, that's my name," The redhead said through a yawn.
"There's something outside." She whispered.
"What?"
"There's something outside." El said a little more forcibly.
Max jerked up then with her eyes wide open and hair sticking out in every possible, her head almost butting El in the face.
She held in the laughter bubbling in her chest at the sight. She knew the redhead always expected the worst of worse.
"What's wrong?!" Max rubbed at her eyes harshly before pulling the covers off of the both of them and standing up from the bed, not even bothering to so much as stretch.
El stared, a tad bit surprised before her heart melted. The taller girl was so cute when she fretted.
Max looked around the room with all signs of sleep gone. "Should I call the boys? Hopper? Where is my dammed radio?" She asked with her eyes flitting across the room.
She spotted her bag discarded against the wall beside the door and walked to it. "How bad-- wait, what is it, again?
El's eyes crinkled, her face breaking into a grin as she spoke. "Snow."
"What?" Max turned to look at her with confusion written all over her face.
"You said there was something outside!" She pointed towards the window incredulously.
Eleven grinned as she nodded. "Snow." She repeated.
"I-- are you--?" She stopped short looking baffled. "You woke up me up--." Max looked pointedly at the blue clock on the bedside table. "At 7:25 in the morning, might I add because it's snowing?!"
El wiped her grin off of her face, furrowing her brows.
"No, don't you dare." Max warned, her face flush with mild anger.
It was always difficult to get her to wake up at any hour before 10.
El pouted and the fuming redhead rubbed at her eyes, flopping on the bean bag behind her dejectedly with a tired sigh.
She got up from the bed with just a small ounce of guilt churning in her stomach, but one look at the blanket of white covering the ground outside made it disappear in no time at all.
Looking akin to a puppy, she got down on her knees in front of Max, waiting for the redhead to meet her eyes.
The other girl did so soon enough and El said nothing as she stared into Max's eyes before leaning in and giving the girl a small peck on the lips.
Max leaned in further, intending to prolong the kiss, but El jerked away before their lips could meet. Max's brows furrowed instantly with questioning eyes.
"Brush your teeth, first," El said before standing up on her legs. "And come out with me."
She saw the definite no in the redhead's eyes before the girl even voiced the words and turned around to grab her jacket and gloves.
As she donned the apparel, she gave her girlfriend one last look. "Or you can just go back to sleep." She smiled before opening the door and closing it behind her.
Max stared at the closed door with her shoulder's slouched. She glanced at the clock once more and almost went to bed when she saw the time before her gaze fell on the window, seeing Eleven standing outside in the snow with her arms outstretched and her tongue out, trying to catch snow flakes in her mouth.
A literal snow angel. Max smiled at the sight.
Sometimes the girl reminded her of a toddler with the way she looked at everything as though she was seeing it for the first time. Her smile dropped at that thought. El had never gotten the chance be a child. 12 years of being trapped in a lab and one was ought to look at the world outside, everything like a foreigner.
She shook her head, sighing as she turned left, towards the bathroom. Maybe she could wake up a little earlier every once in a while.