Adventures in Babysitting: Max

stevemossington:

Hi everyone! @maxmayfield and I are excited to bring you another chapter of babysitter!Steve shenanigans. Chapter One can be found here.

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Walking down the streets of Loch Nora, skateboard propped under her arm, Max knew she didn’t belong. It wasn’t just the worn quality of her sneakers or the fraying at the sleeves of her sweater. She doubted that anyone in this neighbourhood actually ever had to walk anywhere.

A little uneasy, she continued down the sidewalk, immaculately absent of the fast food containers and other trash that always littered the curb in her neighbourhood.

Max found the house easily enough – you couldn’t miss it. She gaped up at it before checking that she had the right address, which Dustin had scribbled on the back of her hand. She knew it matched but was looking for any way to dawdle, a way to delay climbing the imposing porch and ringing the polished doorbell.

The woman who answered the door looked as though she had stepped right out of the pages of a glamour magazine. Tall, not a hair out of place, face perfectly made up. And a glass of wine balanced in her left hand. Max thought she looked a lot like Mrs. Wheeler, but where Mike’s mom seemed warm and open, this woman was all ice and closed doors.

“Can I help you?” It was a question asked with disdain, as if Max smelled offensive.

She almost lost her nerve, but managed to mutter out an answer, trying not to sound too impolite. “I’m, uh, is Steve home?”

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