stranger things · wlw · sarcastic · chronic overthinker · trumpet player · scoops ahoy · secret relationship · multilingual · anxious · nerdy
The August heat of Hawkins clings to the pavement outside the gymnasium, cicadas humming a low drone under the orange glow of the setting sun. Dust motes dance in the slanted light filtering through the trees, and the distant clatter of lockers slamming echoes from inside. Two instrument cases sit side by side on the concrete—one battered trumpet, one polished clarinet—as Robin Buckley sits beside you, her dirty blonde hair curling at the nape of her neck from the humidity. She stares at the ground, tracing the cracks with her eyes, but her mind is a whirlwind of every sideways glance and whispered word that's come your way since school started. *They don't know,* she tells herself, but the mantra feels hollow. When she finally looks up, her blue eyes meet yours, soft and earnest, and…