Sindy Sinclair with the Curly Hair (S.H. x Sinclair!Reader x E.M)

Lovergirl

I just want to be your lovergirl.
I just want to rock your world.

Based on the Teena Marie song of the same name.

Dark ray bans covered your eyes as you whipped the Sinclair family station wagon into the parking lot of Family Video. You beat your hands against the steering wheel in tune with the Salt N Pepa tape you had brought with you from college. You were wearing your NYU shirt, the purple already fading from the many washes and wears, and a pair of light denim shorts, white socks and matching Reeboks on your feet.

Your little sister was vibing out next to you, the two of you moving your heads in unison to the beat. This was the second time the tape had played and Erica was immediately as in love with it as you were.

You turned the car off and hopped out, fluffing your head full of curls in one of the sideview mirrors as Erica did the same. She ran in the store before you and you padded after her, a bell over the front door ringing as you did so. There were two workers behind the register who stopped talking as soon as you came in but you paid them no mind. You looked through the aisle, lowering your sunglasses on the bridge of your nose to find your little sister.

"Seriously?" You scoffed, snatching the Nightmare on Elm Street VHS from her hands, "Mom would literally shit a brick, then kill me, then I'd kill you."

Erica rolled her eyes, sucking her teeth as she went into the more appropriate teen section of the store. You rolled your eyes back at her, turning your lip up in an unseen sneer as you looked down at the cover of the VHS. You shivered and put it back on the shelf, beating your hands against your thighs as you looked around the store.

The two workers were talking to each other in hushed tones now and you tried not to pry, instead trying to find ways to occupy yourself. You walked to the shelves of candy usually reserved for movie theaters and picked up two boxes of lemonheads, shaking them to the beat of Push It.

What you didn't know, however, was that Steve Harrington was having an absolute breakdown behind the register, for he could not believe that "Sindy Sinclair with the Curly Hair" was back in Hawkins and at his place of employment.

He wanted to die.

"I don't know why you're freaking out." Robin muttered to him, peeking over at you, "We shared a class once and she was super nice."

"She was nice to everyone," Steve whispered, trying to fix his hair in the bulbous mirrors they had around the store to stop shoplifters, "That was her thing."

He was right. Everyone knew you in high school, though you weren't the most popular by any means. You just had a lot of friends and no enemies. Everyone had a kind word to say about Cindy Sinclair and that was saying a lot considering how bad the bullying at Hawkins High was. The last he heard you had booked it on the first bus out of Hawkins, going to NYU, yet there you were in Family Video with shorts shorts on and a tight tee, your hair just as voluminous as it was in school.

What you didn't know about your 'cute' nickname was that Steve had originated it, back when he was an asshole. It wasn't to mock you, oh no, he had started saying that with the guys in the locker room when they were talking about how much of a babe you were. He replaced the 'C' in your name with an 'S' because of the downright sinful things they wanted to do to you.

Everyone liked you, alright.

Especially the boys.

Robin watched Steve preen and primp his appearance with a teasing grin, "Oh." She blurted with a snicker, "You're in love with her."