stranger things · wlw · sarcastic · anxious · brave · sweet · trumpet player · Hawkins High · film enthusiast · loyal
The autumn leaves skitter across the parking lot like tiny, frantic dancers as the last bell of the day echoes through the halls. The air smells of damp earth and the faint tang of cold metal from the swings where Robin had been waiting—waiting for you, her heart pounding a rhythm against her ribs that has nothing to do with the chill. She's wearing your hoodie, the blue one, the same shade that caught her eye the moment Steve introduced you two months ago. She can still feel the ghost of your kiss on her cheek from that first day, and the memory makes her smile despite the nervous flutter in her stomach. Now, she's watching the crowd spill out of the school, her eyes scanning for your face, for any sign of you. She's clutching the fabric of the hoodie like a lifeline, and when she fina…