" why do I tell you how I feel, when you're just looking down my blouse? it's something I wouldn't say out loud but, if touch could make them hear, then touch me now. "
In which the people of Hawkins are well aware of Daisy Crawford's need to love...
" The tears that fell from Daisy's doe-eyes were ingrained inside of Robin's memory. It plagued every corner of her mind. All she wanted to do that night was run up to her and feel the soft skin under the pads of her fingers as she wiped them away. "
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DAISY CRAWFORD is a certified lovergirl. In the sense that she is the one to love and never to be loved back. Everyone in Hawkins is aware of the fact, the whispers of bored housewives and their daughters bleeding from every secret corner of the town. Judgment filled tones that if you listen close enough, you could hear the envy underlining their words. Warnings being said to the children of Hawkin's, as if they got as close to Daisy Crawford as their husbands and boyfriends did, then they'd be a goner for her as well.
Daisy isn't a homewrecker, slut, or any of the vulgar choice of nicknames the town of Hawkin's have decided to label her. She's just a girl who never had the chance to learn how to properly be loved. Nevermind the fact that she would ever willingly be a catalyst of hurt to someone else's chance at being loved. It wasn't her nature, being a lovergirl to her meant being one through and through. No matter the narrative people decided to choose for her, it was important that she never let it fault her actions.
As for the rumors, were there any truth to them? A bit, no parts of it that she was proud of. Even if the way the men in these stories treated her weren't fair, as if she was a doll they could make play at their game, it was a man's world. To others, she was the devil incarnate. Maybe it was the way her body had came into its own once she started high school or her inability to refrain from believing that other people would have the same pure intentions she did. She seduced him, they'd say, only a girl as mature looking as her would know what she was doing. Her personal favorite though, she asked to be treated this way.
Sometimes, she thinks she may have. How dare she. How dare she think she was capable of being loved beyond fervent kisses and lingering touches.
Daisy had few friends for this reason. She's known Chrissy for as long as she can remember. Chrissy never believed anything uttered around Daisy's persona, if everyone believed what was said about them in this town then what hope was there for her?
Daisy's parents fought a lot, mostly due to the fact that Daisy's father possessed the same amount of charm his daughter did. A trait her mother became less fond of over the years and even more so as Daisy grew up. Which resulted in her seeking refuge at Chrissy's up until the night before the first day of freshmen year. Daisy's father finally got tired of her mother's accusations, she guesses, and he left them.
It wasn't until after that Daisy began to find comfort in those who were willing to show it to her. She didn't always feel good, yes, about the boys who wanted her to submit to their every demand. Yet, if it allowed her to be heard for even just a moment, it was worth it to bare herself vulnerable for them.
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Robin Buckley has heard the stories about Daisy Crawford. Robin's memories of Daisy have become hazy over the years. Once being two girls who were inseparable, the first friend Robin had ever had the pleasure of knowing. She doesn't remember why they ever stopped. Maybe it was due to time and the fact that they were in different places in their lives. As she looks at Daisy now though, she couldn't understand why she ever let herself accept that fact.
Robin remembers the day Daisy's dad left. The two of them having been separated as friends by then, but she still remembers the ride back from band tryouts. Daisy's jagged figure being carved out in the moonlight, standing in her driveway as though she was a lover waiting for news of a man at war. The only man at war she came to find out, was Daisy's dad who left the battle and surrendered his family.
Robin halted her bike at the scene as she observed Daisy trying her best to keep composure. It wasn't until her fathers car had finally turned the corner of their street that she seen Daisy break. Her daisy, wilted and wounded all over. The tears that fell from Daisy's doe-eyes were ingrained inside of Robin's memory. It plagued every corner of her mind. All she wanted to do that night was run up to her and feel the soft skin under the pads of her fingers as she wiped them away.
Daisy sniffled, turning slightly to see the awkward blonde who had been staring at her from the front lawn of her home. Robin, panicked, lifted her hand slightly to give the girl a small wave. Despite the state she was in, Daisy gave her a small smile, one that quickly faltered as she hurried back inside of the house to avoid further distress.
This scenario has replayed a thousand times in Robin's mind. More so now, that she is looking at Daisy from across the video store. Her perfect manicured nails tracing the shelves as she looks for a film, oblivious to the blazer wearing girl at the counter trying to focus on anything else but her.
"Is that Daisy Crawford?", Steve whispers to Robin as he walks out from the back room.
shit, the bet, Robin thinks.
"I'm pretty sure, yeah, why do you care?", Robin says dismissively, hoping Steve doesn't say what she thinks he's about to.
"Think I have a chance?", he asks, eyes trying to peer over to Daisy's figure.
god, please no, Robin screams into her mind.
"You're gonna have to try a bit more than bagging her films to get her, Harrington.", Robin says, laughing lightly.
"C'mon Robin, it's Daisy, it shouldn't be that hard all things considered.", he says amusingly.
Robin has never wanted to knock some sense into her best friend more than right now. Robin barely got the chance to turn around to say something back to Steve before she was interrupted by Daisy storming out. Processing what just happened, Robin slammed the vhs that she was unpacking down onto the counter to give Steve a pointed look. Steve's face just slightly draining color at the fact that Daisy might've heard him. Robin's menacing look that he's receiving right now not helping his case either. Quickly, he raises his hands up in defense and mumbles out a quiet apology, clearly embarrassed at his actions.
Robin sighs at this, feeling defeated over something she can't take back now, choosing to go back to work. Now, morally, what Steve had said was wrong. However, her brain mulls over how he also wasn't exactly wrong either.
Daisy had, had many lovers. Everybody had wondered what it would be like to be loved by her. And she couldn't blame them. Daisy was a creation of her own. One that Robin wanted to dedicate her time to re-learning what she had forgotten about the girl that she used to know. Robin doesn't exactly remember the exact moment her feelings for Daisy began to transpire. Maybe it was the day she had seen Daisy standing in the driveway that triggered her curiosity. It could have been the day she defended Robin from Steve's lowlife friends their sophomore year and instead, took the brunt of their teasing herself. Whatever it was, Robin Buckley could not get Daisy Crawford out of her mind.
It was then that the fact of the matter really dawned onto Robin. Daisy Crawford was a lovergirl and Robin wanted the privilege to love her back, if she ever let her.
