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"So, are the rumours true about Robin Buckley?"
Robin Buckley's eyes went wide, and then she slowly and nervously looked over at Nancy Wheeler, who had her eyes fixed to the road. Which was mostly a good thing, as they were going about 60 miles an hour, down a country road, trying not to get caught by the police, and get to their friend, who had only just avoided being murdered by a monster. But it also meant that there was no escape, and whenever Robin heard those terrifying words, her reaction was to turn and run. Or get defensive. Neither of which, admittedly, was a great defence. Or, for that matter, staying silent. Which was ironic, given she had been talking too much all day, and when she finally did say something, it was just as stupid as everything else.
"What?" Robin finally asked, hating herself deeply.
"See, I have this theory." Nancy eventually continued as if Robin never said anything, "You have this intense chemistry with Steve Harrington, to the point a lot of people think that you're dating."
"This again?" Robin sighed in relief, glad that Nancy was referring to those rumours, "I told you, we're-"
"You're just friends?" Nancy finished for her, "But you do know that's what everyone who's in a romantic comedy says, before they get-together?"
"Well, to be fair, sometimes they're enemies first. Not that I watch that shit. It's just..." Robin protested, before sighing, "But seriously, me and Steve? Never going to happen?"
"But why?" Nancy questioned, finally looking at Robin for a few long seconds, before adding as she turned back to the road, "He's the hottest guy in school, and a much better person than when I dated him. And by not dating him, or even pretending too, and then just saying it didn't work out, you really are adding to the other rumours."
"What?" Robin asked nervously.
"See, I'm a journalist. Or at least, I want to be." Nancy continued, "And if there's one thing I hate, it's unanswered questions. Or questions where the answers don't add up. Like Robin Buckley. She doesn't want to date Steve Harrington, but she doesn't want to date anyone else either. And she seems relaxed around him, but nervous around me. And when I try to change in front of her, she totally freaks out."
"Right, because who does that?" Robin complained.
"Girls." Nancy replied, "Girls think it's no big deal to change in front of each other, because to them, there's nothing to see. Unless of course, they're testing a theory. Like, asking a girl about the rumours about her."
There was a brief pause, and then for better or for worse Nancy pulled into the side of the road, sighed, then looked at Robin. Like, really looked. Not a glance, and then a dismissal. No, she was looking right through Robin's eyes, and into her soul. For a few horrible seconds, Robin thought this might be Vecna, or some other creature from The Upside Down, making her worst nightmares come true. Which made sense, because she wanted to run, but was paralyzed with fear, unable to do anything except staring into the eyes of Nancy Wheeler, as she read through her deepest, darkest secrets like an open book. Then all of a sudden Nancy lowered her gaze, and looked very apologetic.
"Do, do you ever spend so much time on a question, and then when you realize the answer, you feel stupid, because it was so obvious?" Nancy said softly.
"I-" Robin began.
"Because that's how I feel about me." Nancy confessed, before explaining, pretty much without pausing for breath, "Because I hated you, and I didn't know why. I wanted Steve to be happy, I really did. I do. And why not with you? But, looking at all the evidence again, I feel stupid for thinking that. And I would never just hate someone for liking the same sex. Not when I... I..."
"You what?" Robin gently pushed.
"So, my theory is, I hate you, because I don't hate you. It's actually the opposite." Nancy finally confessed, "And I'm worried that if I'm ever, say, alone in a car with you... I might do something stupid."
Another brief pause, then Robin softly asked, "Like what?"
"That depends." Nancy smiled softly, "Are the rumours true about Robin Buckley?"
This was a trap. It had to be a trap. Nancy Wheeler might seem good and sweet, but surely she was just suckering the dirty little lesbo in, so she could laugh in her face, and tell everyone at school the rumours about Robin Buckley really were true, Then she would be chased out of town. Or again, this was Vecna or something. But Robin Buckley was weak, and all it took was a pretty girl looking down at her lips, and then leaning in slightly, for her to do the same. For better or for worse, that embarrassing process was repeated, until finally the two girls slowly and awkwardly pressed their lips together, in what was Robin's first kiss with a girl. Something Robin would be embarrassed about, if it wasn't for her first kiss now being with freaking Nancy Wheeler.
Something which made Robin's poor heart hammer in her chest, especially when the first soft and gentle kiss was broken, and instead of the other girl pulling away and screaming 'ewww', freaking Nancy Wheeler actually initiated another kiss, this one immediately sloppy, but passionate. Honestly, Robin struggle to keep up, especially when the girl who she had always dismissed as a no fun priss shoved her tongue into her mouth Oh God, Nancy Wheeler was kissing her! And it was pretty much the best thing ever. So much so, she almost didn't notice prissy little Nancy Wheeler crawling into her lap, somehow intensifying the kiss even more. Then, just as it was really getting good, the idiot police sped right past them, ruining the mood.
"We should go." Nancy said awkwardly, getting back into her seat.
Robin nodded, then after a few long seconds of driving in silence, she began, "Nancy, I..."
"I told you, I really hate unanswered questions. And I really thought I could get an answer out of you." Nancy interrupted, briefly confusing Robin, before adding, while trying and failing to hide a grin, "I'll just have to keep asking over and over again, whenever it's just the two of us. I'm a journalist, so I'm sure I'll find out the truth about Robin Buckley eventually. No matter what it takes."
Robin gulped and then while trying to show some swagger, but just making them both chuckle, "Well, feel free to 'ask' again. Anytime."