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Max’s eyes were trained on El, as she walked into the hall. Her dress was a light blue, that trailed down to her ankles. Her eyeshadow was a glittery pink, and her lips were glossy.
In all honesty, Max had been watching Eleven since she first met her. One word always seemed to come to mind.
Beautiful.
So - once El had arrived at the Snowball, smiling at Mike - Max thinks she might have a bit of a crush on her, if the way she notices every detail about her is anything to go by. Okay, maybe she has a big crush on her.
“Max?” Lucas called her name, and she turned to him: “Hey, it’s nice, right?”
She raised an eyebrow at him; was he going to ask her to dance? Before he could continue, she pulled him away from the rest of the group.
“Lucas?” she started, glancing towards Eleven, again, who was now dancing with Mike: “I think I’m a lesbian.”