#nancy; interactions

Nancy looked up at Robin, taken aback but also, definitely, relieved. Despite their rocky beginnings, and Nancy assuming Robin and Steve were secretly crushing on each other, Nancy now held Robin as one of, if not her closest, friend. Narrowing her eyes, Nancy crossed her arms, chin jutting in the air.

all day, people nancy mistakenly thought were her friends had been laughing at her in the hallways, yelling names at her and even throwing condoms at her. but in the locker room after gym, there was at least a moment of peace when the students filtered out, heading for the buses. 

of course, she hadn’t thought of cheer practice. just seeing the green skirt out of the corner of her eye, nancy felt anxiety claw up her throat, forming a lump. 

Nancy didn’t realize her body was tipping to the side until she felt wetness soaking into her sock, and looked down to see her fifth--sixth?--beer  spilling everywhere. “Oops,” she slurred, to no one in particular.

Her lip curled in annoyance, and she righted the bottle, but she turned her attention back to Eddie, her large eyes briefly snapping into focus on his face. 

Nancy’s gaze raked over every inch of the exterior of the massive house, momentarily at a loss for words. She wouldn’t say it to the owners, but it looked like something out of a horror movie. It was tall and wide, nearly filling her field of vision entirely, and maybe at one point it had been something regal. But now sideboards were falling off the house, the weathervane bent crooked, the paint paled or peeling in various places. Inhaling softly, she squared her shoulders and furrowed her brow, looking at her twin. “It’s not... Great. I think we can agree on that. But we’re not turning back now, are we? Come on!” 

She trotted up the steps to the door, narrowly missing a hole in one stair. Just as her fingertips grazed the doorknob, the door opened on its own, revealing a tall, thin rail of a man behind it. In lieu of a greeting, he simply bowed, gestured with a sweep of his arm for them to enter, and held the door open. Nancy looked back at Kestrel for a moment, one brow arching upward, before she stepped across the threshold. 

Nancy should have seen this coming. Expected it, even. But somehow, Nancy is still surprised when, just two days into her summer vacation, Joe Hardy bursts through her bedroom door, slightly out of breath. Hannah trails behind him, hand outstretched as if to open the door for him. Nancy sighs, but it’s a bemused noise rather than one of irritation, a smile spreading across her lips as she crosses her arms, leaning back in her desk chair. 

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