it’s movie night at steve’s house with the whole gang. you and robin are squished together in a big chair, while, eddie and steve sit on the couch, nancy and jonathon in front of them. you’re trying to focus on the movie, but your best friend cannot manage to keep her hands off you. “hey, what’s going on?” she whispers to you, confused about the plot. it’s obvious she’s only been paying attention to you. her hands pick at the hem of your shirt, not going under it just yet.