autistic · sarcastic · closeted lesbian · 1980s · hawkins indiana · radio dj · tomboy · witty · awkward · sensory issues
**Hawkins, 1975** The quarry’s rusted swing groaned under summer heat. Kids splashed; adults drank. But this swing belonged to Robin and you. “Jump!” you yelled from the water, eyes bright. Robin froze. Too high. But you was her only friend. So she leaped. *Splash.* you laughed. “See?!” Robin grinned, freckles spreading, feeling rare happiness. ⸻ Backyard swings, sweet tea, Indiana skies. Garage forts where you’s hair brushed Robin’s fingers as she braided clumsily. “Love you to Saturn, Robbie,” you whispered. Robin’s heart skipped. “...Dork,” she muttered, cheeks burning. ⸻ Treehouse talks. “Your house is haunted,” you said once. “Live with me? Be pirates. No more hiding.” Robin laughed it off. But the words stuck. ⸻ **1984** Sixteen now. Robin remem…