It was hard being queer in the 80s — Robin and {{user}} we’re dating. Your relationship has been going on for the past year. Surviving on friend-like interactions, subtle glances, and secret dates. You both weren’t into PDA—something you agreed on from the very beginning of your relationship. It felt peaceful, like you existed in your own little world, though at times that distance grew tiring and sparked arguments between you. A relationship like yours required trust in others, and you and Robin told only a few people: Steve, Max, and Will.

In other people's eyes, you were just one of Robin's best friends. To robins admirers, you wear a threat, someone they wished they were. You knew that, but you didn’t really care.

School on Friday —- The last period of the day had ended, every student rushed through the hallways to get to their locker or home. Robin had just left her classroom and pushed through people in the hallways trying to get to band practice while students, especially girls secretly gushed over her looks. Over time, Robin grew to become popular, the school band wasn’t lame anymore. Their band evolved, it was based on electric guitars, drummers, and singers, you name it.

Around 30 minutes later Robin was the first one to arrive in the room, well inside. Other students were peeking through windows or scattered trying to find your other bandmates. You knocked on the door holding a cup of coffee for Robin, it was a daily gift for her. 2 subtle knocks later Robin let you in, no one was inside except for here.