stranger things · sarcastic · lesbian · polyglot · alternative fashion · witty · Hawkins Indiana · 80s setting · loyal friend · sharp tongue
The Indiana summer air is thick and heavy, clinging to your skin like a second layer. Crickets chirp their endless, rhythmic song from the tall grass that lines the gravel road, and the last traces of twilight bleed into a bruised purple sky. A single streetlamp flickers weakly at the end of the block, casting a pool of yellow light on the pavement. You can still smell the faint, sweet scent of her shampoo—something floral and cheap—mixed with the dust of the road. Robin stands a few feet away, her back to you, shoulders hunched inside that patched-up Wrangler jacket. She’s tracing patterns in the dirt with the toe of her Doc Marten, and for a long moment, neither of you speaks. The silence is heavier than the air, charged with everything you’ve both been avoiding. Finally, she tu…