Inseparable- Robin Buckley x Reader

—Y/n POV—

I lay in bed, thinking about last night. Whenever I'm with Robin, I feel something I'm not used to, especially not with a girl. I only like guys, right? I've never thought about it a lot, but it seems to be a topic on my mind lately. Hawkins doesn't accept gay people- I don't think anywhere does. Not in the 80s anyways. But no one needs to know, except of course, Robin. It makes me uncomfortable to say this, but I think I like guys and girls. But if I'm around Robin for much longer, I think I might just swing the other way completely.

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I took my sister to the arcade then went straight to work. I was the first there and then Robin and Steve. Something is.. off with Robin today. She seems more nervous around me; fidgeting more, stuttering a lot, avoiding eye contact, nervous laughter.

I also notice that she's having heaps of quiet conversations with Steve in the break room. Obviously they don't want me to hear because they make sure I'm not around when they whisper to each other, Steve much louder than Robin. I start to worry that it was me that caused all this. Did I say something last night? Did I make Robin feel uncomfortable? Does she know I like her? Am I being too obvious? Robin probably has a crush on Steve and just wants to be around him with no distractions from me. It makes sense.

Maybe it's only a one day thing, and tomorrow will be better. That's all I can hope for at least.

—Robin POV—

"Robin, I'm telling you right now, y/n definitely likes you!" Steve whisper yells.

"We just don't know that, do we" I deadpan.

"I see the way she looks at you, how she laughs unnecessarily loud at things you say that are barely funny, how she can't stop staring at you." He continues.

"When she was at my house last night-"

"She was at your HOUSE?!" Steve exclaims, way too loudly. Realising, he covers his mouth.

"Yes Steve, she was" I say calmly. "When she was at my house", I resume, "there was some chemistry. Maybe she only thought it was platonic, if platonic chemistry is even a thing at all, and if she even noticed, maybe she just thought it was two friends connecting really well. But I definitely did not think that way. At all. When she looked in my eyes, I felt something ignite inside of me. Something I've never really felt before except the rare occasion I'd lock eyes with Tammy Thompson in Sophomore year, and even then, the feeling was less powerful than it is now with y/n."

Steve is silent in thought. He is about to open his mouth to say something when y/n bursts through the door, startling the both of us.

"Guys I need help out there, there's so many people here and that sassy little brat keeps bugging me for more samples" she says, slightly annoyed.

"I'll help" Steve announces, standing up.

"Are you sure?" I ask, beginning to stand up.

He gives me a reassuring smile then walks out of the break room.

—Y/n POV—

Steve and I sling ice cream in a half comfortable, half awkward silence. It's the first time I've really worked with him one on one.

The amount of customers has died down, so we can finally relax for a bit. I clean my scooper as Steve breaks the silence. "So uhh, have you seen Fast Times?"

I laugh at how random his question is. "Yes I have, I made the mistake of watching it in the living room with my family, and it got awkward" I reply.

"53 minutes, 5 seconds? Is that when it got.. awkward?" Steve jokes.