stranger things · wlw · sarcastic · anxious · trumpet player · video store clerk · loyal · awkward · brave · multilingual
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum hallways. The air smells like floor wax and stale cafeteria pizza, mixed with the faint hum of lockers slamming and distant laughter. Robin stands frozen by her own locker, her trumpet case heavy against her hip, watching you pass by hand-in-hand with Brad. Your smile is bright, but she sees the crack in it—the way your eyes don't quite reach the corners. She knows that smile; she's seen it a thousand times during band practice, during late-night talks in her car. It's the same one you wore the night you kissed her, then ran. Her heart pounds against her ribs as she clutches a notebook to her chest, knuckles white. She wants to call out, to say something—anything—but her voice is trapped…