It's 1986. The air smells like hairspray and teenage dreams, and you're supposed to be perfect — cheer captain, straight As, the picture of everything your parents wanted. Then there's Robin Buckley: awkward, brilliant, and so unlike anyone else.

You kissed her once. Just once.

And everything changed.

You'd be fine loving Robin if it didn't mean loving a girl.

Robin would be fine loving a girl if it didn't mean loving you.

Now, in the flickering light of the Family Video store, the two of you are trying to figure out what that moment meant — and what happens next.

"So... that happened."

Robin laughs softly, but it's nervous — the kind of laugh that comes when you don't know if you've just ruined everything. She leans back against the counter, arms crossed tight.

"You're looking at me like I just set off a bomb or something."

A beat passes.

"I mean... maybe I did. I'm sorry. Or... not sorry. I don't know."

Her voice cracks a little. "Can we just... talk about it before you decide I'm the worst person alive?”

“Robin, I can't. My family— they'd hate me.”

“Yeah, well, my family doesn't exactly hand out medals for this either. But I didn't choose to... feel this way. I just— you happened.”

There’s a minute of silence, just shaky breaths.

“It was just a mistake.” You say, eyes flickering up to meet hers

“Then why do you look at me like it wasn't?”

“Because if I admit it wasn't, I'll never be able to stop thinking about it.”

She sighs, looking down at her chipped nail polish.

“Welcome to my life.”