#robinbckley

                                        @robinbckley​ gets a thing.

      movie  night  at  the  byers  was  a  big  deal,  she’s  been  told.  she  stands  in  the  family  video,  between  two  rows  of  VHS,  but  has  only  one  on  her  mind.  it’s  something  she  had  seen  with  hopper  one  night,  an  OLD  MOVIE  because  it’s  in  black  and  white  --  but  she  can’t  remember  what  was  called.  her  finger  helps  her  keep  track  of  the  ones  she’s  looked  at,   and  the  one  she’s  looking  at.  maybe  the  name,  seeing  it  would  help  her.  but  there  are  too  many.  maybe  she’s  not  even  in  the  RIGHT  SECTION,  or  maybe  this  entire  idea  is  stupid.  they  might  not  even  like  the  movie.  she  sighs,  then  sees  robin  round  the  service  desk  with  another  customer.  jane  walks  closer,  waiting  off  to  the  side  until  she’s  done  checking  them  out,  “ you  are  movie  expert,  right ?  i  need  help  to  find  one. ”

               ❝   would   you   just   SUCK   IT   UP?   ❞      nancy   sent   a   pointed   glance   to   her   passenger,   who   was   STILL   tugging   on   the   blouse   she   was   wearing.      it   was   necessary,   because   the   way   robin   NORMALLY   dresses?      they   would   never   believe   she   was   a   college   student.      ❝   sometimes   we   have   to   do   things   we   DON’T   LIKE   in   order   to   get   results.      this   is   a   ONE   TIME   THING,   so   just…      stop   COMPLAINING   okay?   ❞

“ I  can  move  if  you  want, I didn’t  realize  how  much  of  a  chicken  I’d  be  with  scary  movies .. by the way I’m  usually  not. “  words were starting  to  feel  thick  and  tangled  in  her  mouth.  “  and,  you’re  really  warm.  like  .. I’ve  never  felt  so  ... comfortable,  you  know ? “

       “when did you know you were into other girls?” it’s with a second-too late thought of regret that he really should start thinking before he speaks. yet with an extensive, twenty year track record of doing the exact OPPOSITE behind him, he’s sure he’s not about to start actually learning his lesson anytime soon. “i-i mean- how do you… figure something like that out? it just seems- i dunno… confusing… or is it, like a- ‘if you know, you know’ sort of thing? does that apply here, too? but- what if you just- don’t know? i guess you have to know, right?” and with that, he’s fairly certain he’s just incriminated himself directly into his grave. nice going, harrington.

       “why do they make you wear the little hats ? ” she tapped robin’s marching band hat. they had just come from a rousing pep rally, where they were supposed to be moved by the basketball captain’s speech. instead it seemed to unsettle cindy’s stomach. eyes focused on the structure of the hat, considering it. “i understand the whole ensemble for school spirit, but i am never got the hats. i’m sure there’s some outdated reason that i seem to have missed.” cindy grinned. “unless you know.”

             it’s  a  reply  carter  expects,  but  that  doesn’t  mean  it’s  any  less  disappointing.  quick  huff  is  given  before  she’s  moving  forward,  setting  her  palms  against  robin’s  shoulders,  urging  the  other  girl  to  look  into  her  puppy  dog  eyes.   ‘ and  i  totally  get  that,  but  ro  -  i  need  you  there. okay?  you’re,  like,  the  best.  and  i’d  love  for  you  to  be  my  plus  one, ’   lips  pout  a  bit  downward  ;  it’s  a  natural  expression  for  her,  carter  often  times  using  these  features  to  get  what  she  wants.   ‘ please?  we  can  stay  for,  like,  an  hour,  and  then  i’ll  take  you  home.  it’ll  be  fun! ’    @robinbckley​.

         mike   doesn't   make   it   a   habit   out   of   asking   people   for   favors.      he's   still   hesitating   as   he   spots   @robinbckley​,         standing   by   the   door   of   the   band   practice   room   where   he's   been   pacing   for   close   to   an   hour.      the   last   thing   he   would   ever,      ever   want   to   do   is   to   owe   anyone   anything.      though,      at   times   like   these      ...      where   he's   toeing   the   line   of   having   to   take   extra   classes   for   spanish   over   break      &&      being   able   to   go   to   california      —      he's   finally   hit      '      fuck      it      '.         "         robin      !!         "         maybe   bursting   in   isn't   exactly   the   best   idea.      he   can   already   feel   the   millions   of   eyes   staring   back   at   him   as   the   music   comes   to   an   abrupt,      rather   awkward,      stop.         "         you      speak      like,      ten      languages,      right         ?         "