Into The Fire~A Stranger Things fanfiction

True Feelings

        After Steve and Robin closed up everything, I began walking towards the front door, planning on just going back to the lab to sleep, but Robin caught up to me, and sighed. "Look, I know what happened last night sucked, but I don't think you should head off alone to wherever it is you sleep. I think you should spend the night with me again." Instantly, I felt my face heat up, and shook my head. "No.. No fucking way. Not after that bullshit you pulled. I might've forgiven you, but that doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt. You can't just play with my feelings like that, and expect me to not care about it. It doesn't work that way. Besides, I'm better off sleeping alone anyway.." I started walking off again, but instantly stopped, as she grabbed the arm that I had had to burn to wake myself up that morning, and winced, causing her to let go of me pretty quickly. "Hey- What happened to your arm?" I ignored the stinging pain, and looked down. "It's nothing, Robin. I'm fine, okay?" She clearly wasn't going to let it go, as she reached for my arm again. "Let me see it- Ana, let me fucking see!" She managed to hold me still long enough to yank my sleeve up, her face turning pale as she saw the purplish red burn blistering on my skin, and I saw tears form in her eyes. "Did you fucking hurt yourself again? Is this because of what happened?"

         I couldn't really tell her the truth, and to be fair, I kind of had hurt myself, so I settled for shrugging, yanking my sleeve back down. "It isn't important. Now please let me go home.." I nearly laughed at myself. I mean, home, really? I didn't have a home, or at least not the kind a girl my age was supposed to have, and at the rate I was going, I wouldn't ever have a real one, because I would be dead before I turned eighteen. Steve and Dustin were already long gone, so I was trapped with the girl I loved, who clearly was thinking the same thing I was about my definition of home. "Please, Ana? Just- Just let me at least take care of your arm and get you some dry clothes before you freeze to death. After that, you can do whatever you want, okay?" I wanted to argue and say no, I really did, but I couldn't, because I did need to get out of my wet clothes, and her house was a lot closer than the lab was at the moment. I sighed, and rolled my eyes, before muttering, "Fine.. Whatever." I followed her out to her mother's car, but was surprised as Mrs. Buckley didn't say anything rude to me this time, casting me a worried glance instead.

        I didn't understand why she was looking at me that way, and I decided I didn't like it, looking away from her before saying something I would regret. My awkwardness grew, as she asked me, "Are you okay, sweetheart? You took off this morning in such a hurry-" I shrugged, and muttered, "I was late for something. I'm fine.." I guess my icy tone got through to her, because she shut up for the rest of the drive to their house, and when we got there, I hurried up to Robin's room as fast as I could, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible, knowing that no matter how awkward things were between Robin and I at Scoops Ahoy, it would be even worse in her room, with no one watching us. She ran after me, and closed the door behind her, looking at me with the same worried glance her mother had given me, which made my blood boil a bit. "Don't look at me like that! I'm not some fragile, broken thing! I don't need or want your sympathy! I don't need your fucking help, either!" I realized I had tears in my eyes, and went to keep talking, but wasn't able to utter a word, before Robin's lips crashed against mine, her warm body pinning mine back against the wall.

I froze, not sure what to do, until my body made the choice for me, my lips moving against hers heatedly, both of us not pulling away for a minute. When she pulled away, she looked down, embarrassed, and told me, "I- I'm sorry. You were crying, and looked really sad, and I thought kissing you would help." I wasn't sure what to say, still out of breath, but managed, "But.. I thought you didn't like me that way." I saw tears in her eyes after I said that, and watched her sit down on her bed, before sitting down beside her. She looked away from me, and wiped her eyes. "I lied, okay? I thought, for some stupid reason, that if I told you how I really feel, that you'd hate me, or that you wouldn't like me anymore. But this morning, when you ran off after what I did, I knew I had to tell you the truth.. I deserve it if you do hate me, but I don't deserve you." I felt shock run through my body, and shook my head. "Don't be such a dingus. I could never hate you, especially since I feel the same way about you.. And you're right, I don't like you- I fucking love you, Robin." Her eyes went wide, clearly not expecting me to drop the "L" word on her, and for the next few minutes, awkward silence stretched between us, neither of us moving.

I finally broke the silence, standing up, and told her, "We need to get out of our wet clothes, right?" Before she could say a word, I was undressing, pulling off all my clothes, and not once since I had met her, had I ever seen Robin turn the shade of red she did when she looked at me. "What? All my clothes were wet, even my undergarments. You wouldn't want me to get sick, would you?" She made no move to take her own clothes off, and I could tell by her blue lips and shivering that she was freezing. "If you won't take them off, I'll help you.." Before she could move, I was already gently undressing her, worried that she'd catch pneumonia by staying in those clothes, but she didn't try to stop me. My face heated up as I saw her body, and for some reason, I suddenly felt really shy and awkward, turning around away from her. "Um, I'll just stand like this while you get dressed.. Privacy and stuff, you know." I flinched, unprepared for her arms to wrap around me, her bare skin flat against mine, and could tell by the way her pulse was racing against my skin that it was as awkward and strange to her as it was to me. Never had anyone held me like that before, not once in my whole life, and though if anyone saw us, they'd probably think we were planning on having sex or something, I just wanted Robin to hold me like that forever.

She gently stroked my skin, and I felt her kiss the back of my head, before she asked me,"What if I don't want privacy? You've already seen everything, so it doesn't matter if you see it again, right? Besides, we can put fresh clothes on in the morning. Please stay here tonight.. It's really bad out there, and I'll worry about you too much if you leave. Stay with me.. I know this is weird, and I get it if you still need time after what I did last night, but I love you, too, Ana. Please don't go." I felt my heart ache as her voice cracked on those last few words, and sighed. "Fine.. You win, you dumbass. But only because I love you so damn much." I didn't even have to look to know she was smirking triumphantly, and rolled my eyes. "Don't get used to it. I won't always let you win.." She pulled me over to her bed, and flopped down on it, still holding me in her arms, and I can't say it wasn't weird that we were both naked and that she told me she loved me. I honestly was wondering if I was dreaming, but when she softly stroked the skin of my stomach with one hand, I knew I wasn't, and sighed, because now she'd be in even more danger if my superiors found out what she meant to me, then turned off the light. "Hey.. Robin? What exactly does this make us?" She went quiet for a little while, then replied, "It makes us girlfriends, genius. What else? But maybe we shouldn't tell Steve or Dustin yet. It'll blow their tiny boy minds." She laughed quietly, and I smiled, closing my eyes.. "Sounds good to me, baby." She went quiet, then kissed my cheek softly, and whispered, "Goodnight, Ana. I'll take care of your arm for you in the morning.." I was half asleep as she said that, her warmth and strawberry scent helping me fall asleep, and making me feel safer and more loved than I had ever felt before.