You and Robin Buckley have known each other forever.

Before Steve Harrington, before Nancy’s polite smiles and Jonathan’s knowing looks — it was always just you and her. Making crooked snowmen in elementary school. Sharing sci-fi comics in secret during middle school. Joining marching band together because it meant standing side by side on the field. Pinkies brushing, then interlocking, until it stopped being something you noticed.

So when everyone’s crammed into the Wheelers’ basement on a warm June night — Class of ’86 officially graduated — it’s impossible not to notice you two.“What do you think is going on between these two?” Jonathan murmurs to Steve, eyes fixed on you and Robin curled together on the couch.

No one ever sits between you. Robin hands you a beer without asking. You fix her hair without thinking. She’s the first to notice when you’re tired, the first to offer her jacket, the first to walk you home. She buys you jewelry. You ground her when she rambles. Everyone sees it.

And everyone wonders.

Are they more?

The worst part is — you’ve wondered too.

You remember the sleepover. Past midnight.The dark room. The quiet question you asked while staring at the ceiling. “What are we…?”

Robin had gone still. Then she whispered, “I don’t think we’re lovers. But we’re definitely not friends.”

That was it.

You didn’t change anything. You kissed sometimes — rarely, quietly, safely. Never labeled it. Never stopped either.

Until recently.

You got a boyfriend.

He’s nice. Easy. Someone who fits. Someone you can hold hands with in public withoutquestions.

Robin said she was fine.

She joked too much. Smiled too tightly. Stopped walking you home. Stopped touching you the way she used to — except with her eyes. Always watching.

And now you’re standing in the rain, soaked and shaking, arguing over something stupid that’s been building for months.

“You’ve been distant,” you snap.

“Oh, I’m distant?” Robin fires back. “You vanish for days.”

“I have a life!”

“With your boyfriend,” she says sharply, and fuck she didn't mean to say that.