"Hey El", Joyce welcomes me. "Oh! And you are?", she adds, looking at the redhead. "I'm Max.", she introduces herself. Joyce smiles. "I'm Joyce, El's step mum.", she says. Max nods.

"Okay, let's go", I say, take Max' hand and drag her with me, upstairs. I like holding Max' hand. It's soft and it gives me an amazing feeling. When we enter my room, I let go of the hand and look at Max. She is a bit blushing. "Is it that exhausting, to run up some stairs?", I ask, laughing. "N-No", Max laughs.

"Okay soooo", Max starts,"what are we gonna do?"

"I don't know to be honest... I- I never had a friend over, except for uh my boyfriend Mike", I admit. Max looks disturbed. "Is there something?", I ask.

"N-", she tries, but the door opens.

It's Mike; behind him, Will.

"Jeez, are you aware, that there is something called knocking?", Max says annoyed. I look impressed at her.

"Yeah, jeeeez", I repeat and roll my eyes.

"Woah, what's with the attitude?", Mike asks confused. "We just wanted to know why there was so much laughing", Will explains. "Yeah well I'm having my best friend over", I answer and me and Max exchange a smirk.

"Is that a problem*?", Max adds. Mike doesn't look very happy.

"No", Will assures. "Come on, let's go Mike", he adds and drags Mike behind him.

"What. Was. That?", Max says, as the door closes behind them.

"I don't know", I reply and we're having a laugh flash again.

After we talked a bit and ate dinner; we're sitting on my bed upstairs again, in my room.

Mike already went home.

"I don't want you to go..", I mumble. "Me neither." Max answers.

"I have an idea!", she adds, "Maybe we could have a sleepover!", she suggests.

"You mean you want to stay over night?", I ask. That would be so awesome. "Correct!", Max confirms.

"But your parents..?", I worry. "I don't think they care", she answers.

So we ask Joyce and she says yes.

"Alright. It's already 9.32pm.. wanna change into pajamas?", Max offers, smiling.

"Yeah, come on I'll lend you one of mine", I mean and go to my wardrobe. "How about this?", I ask and show her an oversized GAP t-shirt. "Sure, thanks!", she takes it. I smile and take my oversized tricot with an »11« on the back. We go to separate corners of the room and I pull of my t-shirt and bra. Now I put my tricot on, pull my jeans off and place them on my desk chair. I look at Max and I get instantly hot. She just pulled off her shirt and shorts. So she stands there, in her underwear. Even she isn't turned in my direction, I can't pull my eyes off her. Now she opens her bra and I'm still starring like an idiot. I can see a bit, just a bit of her boobies and my face starts to burn.

I put on the t-shirt, Jane gave me. It smells like her. Sweet cherry blossom. I love it. I turn around. There is Jane, starring at me and she's really blushing. Why is she starring at.. my chest!? Help is she starring at my titts? I start to blush too. "Uhh e-earth on Jane?", I say nervous. "What huh..? Did you say something?", she responds quickly. "No, you were just starring at my boobs.", I say. "N-No I wasn't...", she mumbles and gets red at her neck now. I badly want to kiss her. But I try to push that urge away and sit on Jane's bed. She sits too.

"Jane?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do your friends call you El?"

"That's my nickname.."

"Ah."

Jane shows me her right wrist. ""is written there. "Woah! Is that a tattoo?!", I ask. She's getting from minute to minute more interesting. "Yeah..", she mumbles. "Why? How? What?", I'm overwhelmed.

"T-That's another thing..uh ask me an other time.", she answers.

Weird... I think she's very insecure about this. "Okay, no worries", I smile and she smiles relieved back at me. "Only some people call me Eleven or El. You should actually call me that too. It's weird when you call me Jane", she adds and chuckles. "Hell yeah", I answer and we smile at each other. "Wanna put some music on?", I interrupt our smiling. "Yes of course", she replies and puts on her stereo. We blast 'Jonathan's Mixtape'.

"I love music", I say, wiping my legs to the rhythm. "Me too", El says. Right now "Should I Stay or Should I Go", from "The Clash", is playing. I can't stand to just sit around, so I get up. "Madam El, may we", I say ironically and pull out my right hand in El's direction. She grins and takes it. So we start to dance.

It's absolutely lit, I have so many butterflies... we dance, sing and giggle a lot and have so much fun. But suddenly "Lay All Your Love On Me", from ABBA is playing. That's a total lovesong. Eleven's eyes wide. She's listening to the text, I think.

"Don't go, wasting your emoooootion"

"Lay all your loooove on meeee"

Oh hell... we look at each other again and start to laugh so hard, out of embarrassment. We both blush so hard. Help.

But we start to dance again.

After me and Max had our little dance-session, we sit now on my bed again. "Wanna play truth or dare?", Max suddenly asks. I never heard of that. "What is that?", I say. She apologizes and explains how "truth or dare" works.

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I agree to play, so we start. "Truth or Dare", Max asks. "Hm... truth", I answer. She thinks about a question. "Is Mike a good kisser*?", she says. Oh gosh, that question. "Ouf. You got me with this question." Max rises her eyebrows.