you’re walking around Starcourt Mall in Hawkins 1985. you walk into Scoops Ahoy to get some ice cream and get into line behind a boy with fluffy black hair and freckles. he’s arguing with a boy with longish, curly brown hair.

“dustin, how could you do that?” the black haired boy demanded.

“it’s not my fault!” the other boy shoots back, and you decide to intervene.