/ "and i have to speculate that god himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay" /
Michelle "Mickey" Hopper has a lot of problems. An alcoholic father ignoring the loss of his youngest daughter, her sister, Sarah...
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...Monday, July 1, 1985... stay free - the clash
Mickey slowly turned her skateboard around the small back room of Scoops Ahoy as Robin leaned over the counter of the frosted window between that and the storefront. At the beginning of the day, she'd questioned Mickey's glazed expression, but by now, she was ignoring it in favor of the Russian words on repeat over her small pair of headphones as she carefully scanned pages of Russian translations.
The bell at the front counter dinged wildly, eventually causing Mickey to tune in and get Robin's attention so she would help whatever annoying customer was awaiting her.
A familiar voice said, "I'd like to try the peanut butter chocolate swirl, please."
"No. No more samples today," Robin said, a slight laugh to her tone.
"Why not?"
"Because you're abusing our company policy."
"Where's the sailor man?" she asked, craning her neck to look around the storefront.
"Sorry, he can't help you. He's busy," Robin said as she turned back to the book and recording.
"Busy with what?"
Mickey suddenly came through the back door, realizing who the voice belonged to. "Spycraft," she said, grinning at the small, dark skinned girl.
"Mickey?! What are you doing here?" Erica exclaimed, running around the front counter without a second thought as she hugged the blonde around the waist.
"Of course she likes you," Robin mused with a roll of her eyes.
"Everyone does," Mickey shrugged smugly.
"Uh, duh!" Erica said. "Mickey is the only cool person left in Hawkins. Everyone else sucks."
Mickey scoffed and took Steve's Scoops Ahoy hat from her own head where he'd left it, placing it atop Erica's short braids. "I used to babysit her and Lucas when their parents went on vacation. Erica's a little brat, but she's my little brat," she explained for Robin's sake, earning a playful shove from Erica.
Robin smiled and laughed lightly at the interaction.
Mickey sighed as she ruffled the hat on Erica's head. "Pick something out, babe. I'll cover you."
...
Dustin and Steve were doing a horrible job at focusing on the task at hand. The younger boy was currently insisting that Robin was Steve's perfect rebound. He did so by repeating her name over and over and over again.
"No! No, man, she's not my type," Steve said. "Okay? She's not even in the ballpark of what my type is, alright?"
"What's your type again? Not awesome?" Dustin said.
