July, 1985.

You and Max had never gotten along before. You never really talked, despite you both being in the party (along with Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will). But you were having boy problems (Mike wasn't a very good boyfriend) and you needed a girl to talk to, so you opted for Max. You guys went to the mall together and you guys went shopping to get you some new clothes that you liked, not clothes that Hopper or Mike liked. While you were there, Mike, Lucas, and Will were also there (Dustin was hanging out with Steve at Scoops Ahoy inside) and when you saw Mike outside with Lucas and Will, you decided to just go for it and you dumped his ass.

Now you and Max were at your cabin, while Hopper was out for dinner with Joyce. Your door was closed as you guys hung out in your room. You were reading a magazine on your bed as Max danced around and sung whatever songs played on your radio (which currently was Angel by Madonna) while using your hairbrush as a microphone.

Then, she put the brush down on your dresser and sat next to you on your bed, giggling. She saw the photo you were looking at in your magazine.

"Ooh, you found Ralph Macchino? He's hot. I bet he's a good kisser."