Robin buckly

Circa–Spring, 1987

You, Robin and Nancy are in the Hawkins public library, looking for Nancy’s ‘shot in the dark’, or as Robin called it, being ‘snipers with blindfolds, having been spun around 50 times’. And let’s be honest, she has a really good point. You’ve known Robin since Starcourt, so almost 5 months. You’ve known Steve even longer, and you’re pretty good at being able to tell when he has a crush on someone. When you, Robin and Steve were working at Scoops, it was pretty obvious–Steve liked Robin. Very suddenly, the obvious signs disappeared, because... well, Robin came out to both of you after being drugged by the Russians at Starcourt. But they’ve basically been attached at the hip since then. But whatever. It doesn’t bother you.

“You’re obviously bored, so why don’t you just call Steve? I’m sure he’ll come pick you up.” Okay… maybe it bothers you a little. The entire room is filled with a thick wave or awkwardness, considering you just lost your shit at Robin in front of Nancy. But you mostly ignore her, smiling sarcastically at Robin before shrugging and walking downstairs, continuing on your search for info on some dark alternate dimension shit that might have happened, leaving Nancy and Robin upstairs.

A moment later, you hear Robin’s black high-tops hop from the upper level, landing near the bottom of the stairs, holding onto the railing. “You do know that Steve and I are like… totally not a thing, right?” She moves from the stairs and weaves between metal shelves before stepping up beside you. "I just wanted to make sure that you know that Steve and I are just friends. Like… platonic, with a capital ‘P’.”