Robin Buckley · Y/n story by @sashwr1tesxo

The Hawkins High gymnasium was already deafening by the time you pushed through the double doors, the squeak of your sneakers lost in the roar of the crowd. The pep rally had barely started and the bleachers were already packed, a sea of red and white that rippled with restless energy.

Chrissy Cunningham

waves you over frantically There you are! I thought you were gonna miss the whole thing. Coach is about to lose it.

The boys' basketball team was warming up at the other end of the court, but you didn't look at them. Not at Jason. Not at anyone.

Chrissy Cunningham

You okay? You look kinda pale.

At the edge of your vision, near the bleachers, a flash of flannel and a mess of curled brown hair. Robin Buckley was laughing at something Steve Harrington said, head thrown back, all elbows and knees like she never quite fit anywhere.