like real people do [ronance ⚢]

1. kiss her

Fuck

That, besides some other words quite similar to fuck, was the only thing she could think of.
To be fair, she was the one to blame when it came to the situation she found herself in.
But it was obvious that she hadn't thought it through properly.
If she would have done that, Robin wouldn't be thinking of words such as fuck.
Unfortunately there wasn't anything she could be doing to change it, so there it was:

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It wasn't anything too unusual: That Robin Buckley was cursing like that, even if it was only in her head.
But this was different. Completely different.

Normally when it came to moments like those, she would escape the situation as fast as possible.
However, the only way out was through the window of Nancy Wheelers bedroom and that would probably catch more than just the attention of the girl sleeping in the bed next to her, but also of her siblings or -even worse- her parents.

So the easiest and only option she was left with, was to keep laying on the ground and praying that the night would be over soon.

Thinking about it now, Robin could have said "No" a million times when Nancy had suggested for her to sleepover at her place.
She could've kindly declined the offer, using a poor excuse like homework or an exam.
But before she had been capable of coming up with anything like that, they had already reached the home of the Wheeler family and at that point, it had been too late.

It seemed that time was somehow passing by even slower in the room.
The last time she had checked the alarm clock on the bedside table it had been exactly 01.35am and even though it felt like that had been at least an hour ago, now that Robin's eyes searched for it again she was confronted with the harsh reality of it, being 25 minutes ago.

"Shit" she whispered, regretting the fact that she had spoken out loud immediately.
She laid as still as a stone for a few second, but the only thing she heard was Nancy's breathing coming from somewhere above her turned back.

The dim light of the moon offered just enough for her to see her surroundings.
Her gaze wandered through the room, over the posters on the wall and the books on the shelf.
Robin couldn't help herself but be mesmerized by all the things around her.

The way it all looked tidy and clean and so much like Nancy.
A pile of her clothing on the chair, from which Robin knew she'd look amazing in, even though she would probably have her doubts, her records on the shelf, which might not be exactly Robin's taste of music, yet she knew that if she heard them, she wouldn't be able to resist the urge to dance just because they were Nancy's favorites.

Robin couldn't quite tell when everything had started to become her:
When Nancy had stopped being just Nancy, but so much more than that.

But now, laying on a mattress on her bedroom floor, where she was surrounded by everything of her: Her smell, her interests, her way of living, it was becoming extremely undeniable.

Robin sighed deeply and tossed herself around.

"Nance?" she mumbled into the darkness.
"Nance? Are you awake?"
Not expecting an answer, Robin was taken by surprise when Nancy replied.
"Hm?"

It was clear by the tone of her voice that she was indeed very tired but only half asleep.

"You up?"
"Depends how you define up"
"I can't sleep"

Robin heard someone moving above her, before the other girl's face appeared, hovering over the edge of the bed and looking down at her.

"I figured" she smiled gently.
"Would you-" Robin inhaled deeply. "Would you mind if I join you up there? For a bit? Now that we're both awake-"
"Don't be silly" Nancy bit her lip while grinning before scooting to the other side and patting the empty space on her bed.
"Come up here!"