"Oh, you've got to be shitting me." Max spoke as the trio walked out of the mall, her gaze going over toward the bike rakes. Turning his head, Peter set his eyes on a familiar trio of boys, missing their forth though. He had a class with Lucas, and everyone knew Will Byers, but he couldn't put his finger on the tallest boys name, "Isn't this a nice surprise."

The tall one dropped his bike as he pointed at El, "What are you doing here?"

"Shopping." she replied back with a eyebrow raise.

"With Peter Clarke?" Lucas spoke up as he looked at both the girls, "Peter Clarke?"

"Hi?" Peter questioned awkwardly.

"What are you doing with them?" the one without a name demanded to know as he looked at Peter in disbelief, "Why are you even here?"

"Friend." El spoke up for him.

"What is wrong with the two of you?" he asked as he looked between Peter and Max before pointed at the redhead, "You know she's not supposed to be here."

"Look..." Peter trialed off, searching for the boys name somewhere in his mind.

"Mike." Lucas informed him.

"Mike." Peter nodded quickly in confirmation, "I've gone to the mall before when I was grounded. I know the places no one goes into, she's totally off the hook."

"Oh my god, stop talking." Mike gave him an insane look, "You don't know anything. You shouldn't even be talking her either, either of them."

"Pretty sure you can't control who people talk to." Peter rose his eyebrows his way, passing his ice cream to El, crossing his arms, "You don't even know me."

"Oh, yes I do." Mike gave a laugh of disbelief.

"Then that's totally creepy." Peter threw his hands up his way, "Why do you try and control what your girlfriend does, anyways? That's even weirder, dude."

"What is she, your little pet?" Max bounced off Peters words.

"Yeah. Am I your pet?" El repeated her words with a shake of her head.

"What? No!" Mike spoke up quickly with wide, bulging eyes.

"Then why do you treat me like garbage?" El demanded an answer from him.

"What?" Mike asked in disbelief.

"You said Nana was sick." the Hopper girl gave a look of disbelief.

"She is." Mike stumbled over his words slightly, "She is. She's sick."

"Yeah, she's sick. She's sick. She's super sick." Lucas tried to back Mike up, getting a look of disbelief from the redhead. Peter looking behind Mikes head toward Will, finding he'd only looked bored out of his mind, "That's why we're here, actually."

"Yeah, we're shopping. Not for us, but for her, for Nana." Mike nodded quickly as he used a lot of hand motions when his words came out, "Also, we're here to get a gift for you. Just, we couldn't find anything that suited you and I only have, like, three dollars and fifty cents, so it's hard."

"Super hard." Lucas added in.

"The ice cream was only a buck fifty." Peter shrugged, getting an insane look from Max and a offended one from Mike.

"You lie." El spoke as she stared at Mike, "Why do you lie?"

He looked as if he was about to say something but didn't, staying silent as the bus pulled up.

El looked over her shoulder at it before turning back to Mike, taking a step forward with a glare on her face, "I dump your ass."

Max and Peters jaws both dropped at her words. The girl spun around, heading toward the bus as the pair followed. Peter stoped as he turned back to the trio of boys, "Nice to meet you guys."

"Jesus, this place is massive." Max spoke as they walked up the side walk to Peters house. He lived in a little cul-de-sac across town from her, a long driveway, and a house with easily five bedrooms, "Your dads sports center must do pretty good."

"Okay, just, stay here." Peter turned to the pair with wide eyes, standing in the driveway as sundown began, "My dad probably called my mom on the pay phone and she'll totally lock me in my room if she sees me."

"How are you gonna get in?" Max asked him with an odd look.

"Just stay here." Peter waved her off, heading up his driveway and toward the back. El gave Max a look as she walked forward, the duo of girls going toward the kitchen window. A woman, who stood average height like Peter did, with the same fair skin tone, was in the kitchen wisking away at a bowl. El looked toward the back door, seeing Peter messing with the lock.

She focused hard on his mother, the batter inside the bowl exploding all over the place. Her yell tooned out Peter opening the door and running up the stairs. El and Max ducked while the Clarke boy hurried toward his room, grabbing his now empty backpack and throwing in a few pairs of clothes. Peter searched through his mix tapes, grabbing one, before packing his toothbrush from the bathroom and another pair of shoes.

As he went to turn back toward the door, his entire body came to a stop at Wesley in his doorway.

"Jesus Christ, my hearts about to fly out of my chest and knock you in the face." Peter gave a crazy look to his older, but smaller, brother in the doorway.

"Dad called, said you ran off with some girls." Wesley gave him a eyebrow raise, "You're in deep shit."

"Which is why i'm taking a few days, considering i'm already in trouble." Peter hummed, pulling his backpack on over the white tee he was wearing, "Are you gonna tell on me?"

"No, but who are these girls?" Wesley asked, looking down the stairs to make sure their mother wasn't coming.

"The coolest people i've ever met." Peter grinned, holdings extra pair of shoes in his hand, "I think you should do what i'm doing."

"I'm not an idiot." Wesley pointed out.

"You are an idiot. Just, go to the mall, get some ice cream, and then run away for a few days. Mom and Dad know we're fine, they just want an excuse to keep us on house arrest." Peter spoke to his brother with a serious look, "You know it's true."

"They're gonna kill you, then me." Wesley argued slightly with a roll of his brown eyes, a pair he inherited from their father, Peter getting their mothers.

"Better make your last days worth it then." Peter nodded, hitting his shoulder as he walked out of his room and down the stairs again.

"I met him." El spoke as Peter showed her a picture of him and Mr Clarke, "Mikes teacher."

"He's kinda the coolest uncle, in a really weird way." Peter nodded, Max's singing echoing behind them as El and Peter sat on the bed and looked through his bag and magazines, "When did you meet him?"

"When I had no hair." she said back with a nod, not bothered by his odd look, "Uncle?"

"My dads brother." Peter nodded, crossing his legs as he put the picture away, "Completely different."

El had to nod in agreement before giving him an odd look again, "Didn't know Mike, though?"

"Well, I knew his face. I just couldn't remember his name though." Peter said back to her, flipping through the magazine that was laid in between the pair, "Bet he really hates me now though."

El grinned, "Face like tomato."

He didn't know what that meant, but didn't bother to ask, only gave a laugh. El looked back down at the magazine again, flipping over as the side ways photo of Ralph Macchio came into view.

"Oh, you found Ralph Macchio." Max teased as she stopped dancing around, turning the music down slightly and looking over their shoulders.

"Macchio?" El gave a odd look.

"Yeah, he's the Karate Kid." Max nodded, giving a hand chop as El laughed, "He's so hot, right?"

"Ali. Ali with an I." Peter gave a knowing point of his finger, "Now, she was the hot one."

"How could you even look at her when he was right there the entire time?" Max explained with a crazy look, glancing back at the magazine, "I bet he's an amazing kisser too."

Peter gave a snort while El gave her a crazy look.

"Hey, uh, is Mike a good kisser?" Max gave a curious look.

"I don't know." El flushed in the face.

"I saw him kiss a girl at the Snow Ball. Seemed okay, but I was kinda far away." Peter nodded in confirmation, both of the girls giving him a look of disbelief, "What?"

"That was El!" Max shoved his shoulder, "Shouldn't you be super brainy? Related to Mr Clarke and all."

"Sadly, we didn't get that gene." Peter sat back up from where he rolled on the bed, after Max shoved him, "El, was the snowball kiss any good?"

"He's my first boyfriend." El shrugged, still flushed in the face terribly.

"Ex-boyfriend." Max corrected , El's face falling.

Peter gave her knee a poke, "Wanna know how to win him back?"

"Oh god." Max slapped her forehead.

"From a boys perspective, getting dumped by a girl is kinda embarrassing, and then it's sad. Right now, he's probably super embarrassed and all up in his room, red in the face and telling his friends all about how he doesn't care just to spare his embarrassment." Peter spoke, sitting up better as El and Max both listened in, "And when the sadness hits in a few days, and you're all he starts to think about, that's when you swoop in, give him a little taste, then leave. Gonna drive him absolutely crazy, i'm telling you. Mike will never treat you bad after that."

"You have a girlfriend?" El asked him with a frown of her eyebrows.

"No, I use to though." Peter nodded his head, eyes going wide, "We only broke up because she moved away though, not because anything else!"

"I'm sure it wasn't because she dumped you or anything." Max pointed out sarcastically with a crazy look, "I mean, how could any girl not want Peter Clarke?"

"That's where i'm stuck, Max." Peter gave a point with a squint, "They all do."

It made the trio laugh on El's smaller bed.

"I guarantee you, him and Lucas are totally wallowing in self-pity and misery right now." Max pointed out after she finished laughing, "They're all like, 'Oh, I hope they take us back.' God, what I wouldn't give to see their stupid faces."

El gave a questionable look, her eyes focusing on Peter once more as his went wide, "What?"

Max looked at El as she gave a uncertain look. Peter began to panic, "What? I don't know what those looks mean!"

El sighed as she faced him, a faint grin, "Secret."

"Secret?" he asked her with a crazy look.

"Big secret. You can't tell anyone, no one at all." Max gave him a crazy look, standing up, "Mike's gonna kill us."

"What?" Peter repeated with wide eyes.

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kylie speaks

i can confirm that all
girls do want peter clarke.
it's me. im all girls.