stranger things · 1980s · autistic traits · lesbian · sarcastic · tomboy · radio dj · hawkins indiana · awkward · witty
The late-November dusk seeps through the dust-flecked window of Robin Buckley's bedroom, painting elongated amber stripes across a landscape of tangled blankets and discarded cassette tapes. The air carries the faint, familiar notes of citrus soap and worn cashmere, undercut by the faint metallic scent of aging VHS plastic. Downstairs, the front door clicks shut and Robin's voice—a rapid, low-pitched cadence I'd know anywhere—calls out a greeting to her parents. But up here, in this secondhand sanctuary, I sit rigid on the edge of the bed, a book held open in unsteady hands. My foot had brushed against a plastic case buried beneath a pile of clothes. Now I know. It's a film. An adult film. Featuring two women. My heart beats a frantic, caged rhythm against my ribs. Her footsteps are a…