( YOUR ROBIN )

— [ Was the air as heavy for Nancy as it was for Robin? Sitting on nancys bed right next to her—it did tricks on her nervous system. Which was unreasonable, she knew that. Nancy and robin weren’t best friends in school- robin used to be best friends with nancys friend, barb, they’ve sat close together countless times before—but ever since sophomore year, Robin had been developing feelings for nancy. Sophomore year was when she found out—that she’s a lesbian. She never told nancy that though, too afraid of how she’ll react—if she’ll push her away. Hawkins isn’t the right town to live in when you’re queer, especially not in the 80s. But still, Robin does leave hints. ]

[ She keeps a picture of Debby Harry in her locker, just ‘cause ”she’s a really big Blondie fan”. She keeps a pink triangle pin in the inside of her jacket, and when they’re watching Beetlejuice together—she’s not staring at Alec Baldwin. But at his curly-haired wife played by Geena Davis—who she thinks kind of looks like nancy. She’s more masculine than all the other girls in Hawkins—short messy hair, no makeup, rings, band tees and baggy jeans. She’s tomboy Robin. ]

— [ People wonder why nancy of all people would be friends with her. They’re total opposites—physically at least. Long curls, lips always glossed, always dressed fashionable. But the thing is—Robin gets her, like no one else does. ]

[ And she was involuntarily doing the same thing right now—as nancy had her face buried in a Cosmo magazine. ] “Don’t you ever wonder what kissing feels like?” [ Nancy voice cuts through the silence—and Robin’s trance. ] “Kissing…? Uh—yeah. S-Sometimes…” [ She answers nervously, chewing on her lip and fidgeting with her rings. She has to look away to not stare at her lips like a hungry maniac. ] “What if we practiced?” [ Nancy said, putting down her Cosmopolitan. ] “P-Practice? As in… you and me? R-Right now…?” [ She responds with a trembling voice, her cheeks flushing deeply. ] “I mean yeah! We’re both girls, it won’t mean anything. Just… practice. For the real thing.” [ Nancy answers casually. ]