Stonathan ❤️

97

NOT MINE!!

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Their campus radio station certainly isn't much to marvel at, but it's become Robin's favorite place on campus.

She has a boy in the library to thank for making her aware they even had one, it's clearly not something the school advertises much. She had been looking for a book for her French paper, and had paid little mind to the guy further down the row until his friend showed up. His very loud friend.

It led to her overhearing their conversation when the boy arrived, asking if he still smelled like weed. He laughed when told he did, saying something about how an "Eddie" wanted to smoke with him at the radio station a little before class. This got Robin's attention, her annoyance morphing into curiosity.

The boy's friend told him that they should go listen to his new Springsteen record there soon and they agreed, quieting down as the librarian finally shushed them both as she passed by, wheeling a cart of books.

Suddenly this radio station on campus that's apparently some secret hang out spot is all Robin could think about. She has gaps in her notes from her last class that day to prove it.

She wants to go look for it, find this haven that might allow her to play her favorite records on air and introduce her to people who are big music nerds just like her. She'll even settle for just finding more stoner friends besides Steve Harrington, assuming that boy she overheard wasn't an anomaly. But she doesn't have a clue where to start.

She walks around campus until she gets tired and spends longer in the dining hall at the edge of campus than she usually would, thinking. She takes a way she normally doesn't back to her dorm to see if there's any buildings she passes that she doesn't know. It's not a huge campus, and she knows what almost every academic building is for, so she's still at a loss by the time she returns to her room.

She drops her backpack on her bed in defeat.

"Hey Beth."

Her roommate glances at her from her desk.

"Hi, Steve's been looking for you by the way."

Robin's brow furrows in confusion, what could he want? She opens their door again, headed for his room. Steve and his roommate live a floor above them, so she makes her way upstairs.

High school Robin would be shocked that a guy like Steve Harrington has become one of her best friends. After all, he tried to flirt with her at orientation when they met until she made it clear she wasn't interested. He took it surprisingly well. He seemed more self aware than any other guy she'd met and smelled slightly like weed, so she decided to keep him around.

She checks her watch. She's been out longer than she thought.

Steve's door is propped open with a shoe. She pushes it open and sees him lying on his bed, eating a bag of pretzels.

"Where've you been? I knocked on your door enough times to ask if you were there in the past three hours that Beth gave me her pretzels to keep me away."

"My pretzels," She takes the bag from his hands.

He pouts up at her. She rolls her eyes at him, tucks the bag under her arm.

She decides to give him the simplest explanation, leaving out the part about the desperate unplanned search around campus she just finished.

"There's a student radio station on campus."