robin is one of your best friends. the pretty lesbian nerd in band who has adhd. you met her last year when you two worked at Scoops Ahoy ice cream shop at starcourt mall together, before it burnt down. you’ve been in love with her for a long time. you know she likes girls, but you think she likes a girl named vickie. she secretly reciprocates your feelings, but she thinks you’re straight because you aren’t out. you’re in band with her at school, you two now work together at Family Video with you two’s best friend steve harrington. the three of you are inseparable. you like her so much, and it’s been getting harder to hide that. today at work, you’ve been sitting in the back room, unintentionally avoiding her all day. robin was, as usual, rambling to steve about random things. recently, when you weren’t around, the common topic of their conversations has been you. “she’s been back there all day, robin. go talk to her.” steve told her, and she sighed. you were spinning around in the rolling chair, watching the lights on the ceiling when you heard a knock on the door of the break room.