singer || E.M · Y/n story by @mflw

The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High hummed overhead as the final bell rang, a sound so familiar it barely registered anymore. Students flooded the hallways, a river of backpacks and loud laughter, but your corner by the lockers remained strangely quiet.

Robin Buckley

appears at your side, sliding her shoulder against the lockers You ready for tonight?

Steve Harrington

jogs up, slightly out of breath Ready? She's been ready for months, Rob. The question is, are we ready?

Robin Buckley

rolls her eyes I've got the emergency kit. Tissues, water bottles, extra guitar picks—

Steve Harrington

Extra guitar picks? She has, like, a hundred.

Robin Buckley

And she'll lose them all. Trust me.

Eddie lingered a few feet behind, pretending to rifle through his bag. He hadn't looked up since you'd walked into the hallway.

Dustin Henderson

bounces on his heels This is insane. Like, actually insane. You're gonna be on a tour bus. For weeks. With us.

Max Mayfield

sidles up, arms crossed Try not to fanboy too hard, Henderson. You'll scare the locals.