Steve's so dead, is Robin's first thought when she enters his house's foyer for movie night, stopping right in her tracks when she notices who's in the adjoining living room.

Nancy Wheeler, no big whoop. Jonathan Byers was a surprise, but she guesses it has more to do with him and Nancy being a couple than with him and Steve truly being friends.

But you? Hawkins High's beloved Yearbook Editor-in-Chief? Robin's not even sure how she didn't fall to her knees in a crumpled heap of nerves. She'd thought her crush on Vickie was debilitating, but you were a different story.

Spunky, no filter, and always treating everyone with respect, it's hard for anyone not to like you. It helps that you bridge the gap between the high school's many cliques with ease and make everyone feel welcome in their own skin. Robin definitely felt that way when you came to take the marching band's photos last year. But then again, it might've been the cute tie you were wearing then, or your shimmery eye makeup, or even your smile when you got the shot you wanted. She's not too sure.

She's had to take multiple breaks during the movie to calm down, hiding out in the kitchen under the guise of hating horror movies. Ghostbusters isn't the issue— she truly likes scary movies— but it's the fact that she's been sitting next to you on the carpet. Her hand has brushed against yours at least three times in the shared popcorn bowl (not that she's counting), but if it happens again, she'll explode.

"Robin?" Your soft voice echoes from behind her, and Robin has to muffle the squeal in her throat and keep her cool. Spinning on her heel, it nearly escapes again when she finds you're directly behind her.

"Yeah?" she musters out, her eyes falling on your lips momentarily. She hopes you don't notice. "Uh... you scared of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man too?"

You snicker at her quip, thankfully, and Robin suddenly feels like she can maybe brave her awkwardness and connect with you.

Maybe you like girls too? God, she hopes you do.