"You dumbass !" | Robin Buckley

The Summer Heat

        The window was open, and slightly humid air slowly blew into the room. The usual summer heat made you shift in your bed uncomfortably. Although, now that you thought about it. It's not usually this hot in the morning. Jonathan or your mom would have normally woken you up by now. So why haven't they? Wait, where were they?

“Y/n! Wake up, you're going to be late!” your mom yelled from the kitchen. (haha ur mom)  What? Late? But it's- I didn't reset the clocks.

        You quickly fall out of bed and frantically find your uniform in the “clean” pile of your room. You washed your clothes the other night but decided not to put them away after the power went out. Quickly grabbing your walkman, and whatever else you needed for the day you burst out of your room and made your way out to grab your bike outside.

       Since by now you got the idea that Jonathan and Nancy must've left without you. Not that it bothered you since their jobs start a few hours earlier but it would've been nice to get a free ride and maybe have an hour to chat with Steve and hopefully talk to his coworker, Robin. Right before you left your mom ran over and gave you your almost forgotten name tag.

“Thanks.”
“Mhm, and don't forget to ask Steve for a ride home.”
“I got it mom.”
"If you decide to stay at his house, call me!"

"I will!!!" I yell as I speed down the road. I have about 20 minutes before I'm late and I can make it there in 8 if I tried hard enough.

        It felt like hell biking this far in the summer heat. It was slowing you down. Why did you have to take a job at the mall of all places? I mean this uniform was barely breathable and you're already sweating your ass off. At this point you were just trying to make it at least 15 minutes before to cool off in the air conditioning at the mall. The ice cream at scoops didn't sound too bad at the moment.

        Actually scratch that, it doesn't sound like a great idea. Maybe it's better that you didn't have an extra 15 minutes to "talk" to Robin and Steve. Only for her to see you like this, sweaty sticky mess. I mean you've tried talking to her. Multiple Times!  But trying to be her friend seemed harder than anything you've ever done. Even the demogorgon seemed small in comparison at times. So talking to her was a no go. What if you said something awkward or maybe you- Ugh. This is frustrating.