Robin x Nancy // maybe we aren't that different

Chapter 35: something not quite right

"Yes?"

As the words left her mouth she realised It is, she is painfully positive, entirely too late to turn back now.

You just need to be open minded, Nancy had said to her the day before. At the time she felt capable, optimistic even, but with Vickie looking back at her, big delighted eyes, freckles much like her own, her attitude seemed to flicker.

Steve's going to be proud and Nancy's gonna be...? Probably proud right? Most likely.

"Sunday? This Sunday??" Steve, attentively listening like she was reading him the most interesting book . He had insisted on every detail to be told, every expression, every word and still he was insufferable. " yes, yes I've told you this."

"Ronin Buckley finally did it, you got Vickie"

Honestly, it wasn't her fault, she had forgot to mention the kiss,that night was a little blurry and lets just say it wasn't the prime thing on her mind.

"Yeah, I guess i did."

* * * *
"I'm proud of you" was Nancy's reaction when she finally told her.

Maybe she should have been happy with this answer, isn't this what most people want?
Strangely enough she was not as happy as one would think, in fact, she was quite bewildered. Quite indeed, the sinking feeling that wouldn't go away.

"Im proud of you"  what the fuck is that supposed to mean.

She shouldn't be. She should be mad, she should be angry, the mere thought of it should make her lose it.

All she wanted was for Nancy to yell, to shout, to argue that she shouldn't go, that she should stay here with her forever.
But alas, it was a warm smile, blushed cheeks and big round eyes that responded.

** ** ** *

Nancy thought this after noon was going to go rather differently.
Robin had stormed into her room, face filled with fear and determination.

Now she was sitting on the edge of her bed, kicking the carpet up with her feet in anticipation of a reply.

Nancy wanted to scream, and in all honesty, throw up. 

You did this, she reminds her self, swallowing every respectable shred of her dignity left. Be happy for her.

"I'm proud of you" Her big eyes trying their best not to glaze over with tears. She hides her clenched jaw in the pool of a half smile, but the blush on her cheeks is undeniable, she just hopes it will go unnoticed.

Robin looks somewhat like she might cry, a strange expression Nancy can only describe as twisted confusion and dissatisfaction, she's fairly sure is because of her anxiety about the date but worrying nonetheless.

"Mike needs me, I'll be back in a minute" a poor excuse to leave the room. Exiting she made a point to walk across the hall as to not rise suspicion. A breath is all she really needed, a breath with air untainted with tension and worry.

She walked back in the room only to be greeted by frivolous questions. " oh fuck Nancy, I haven't even thought about what I'm going to wear, oh god, what do I wear??"

Pants, a skirt, your fucking pyjamas. It wouldn't matter. Overalls, a blouse, jeans, a tie, each holding a memory not at all helpful right now, especially the last, Nancy remembers a little too well, Robin grinning tie lose around her neck,

"What do ya think? I know ties are your favourite on me"

"Nance?" A quivering tendency in her voice. She looks in a full blown panic now, best to help the girl.
It was her idea after all, her fault, her cause. She wasn't to let Robin down.

"You know she's also in band?" She says while Nancy is rifling through her closet, after Robin insisted that there was nothing wearable in her own closet.

You've only mentioned it a couple hundred times.

"Oh?"

"Yep, wants to learn guitar as well some day."

How novel. "Mmh?"

She's smiling now, kicking her feet against the wooden bed frame, like a kid. A kid with a date.

It's infuriating, everything Robin does. Each mannerism should put her off, each word spoken should be enough to discourage her, she's sitting here talking about another girl, for gods sake. But nothing does it, every word only makes her long for it to be endless every movement begs her to remember the days where she could just be.

Be here with Robin, laying in this bed together, a freckled hand grazing the skin on her shoulder as it goes to play with the curly locks of hair, the soft raspy voice telling Nancy about her day like there wasn't a care in the world, the only thing they were concerned with, no worries, nothing beyond them.

"Where are you going on this date?"

"Uh- dinner and movies" Robin draws a breath and pulls her knees to her chest. Her big wide eyes staring at the floor like she only just realised the Magnitude of the situation.
"What am I doing?? Oh god, I shouldn't go, I can just call her up and tell her I'm sick or something. Oh, and to dump all of this on you, I practically made you help me, and-"

She can tell what Robin is trying to say. "Robin, Robin, don't worry." She starts in her calmest voice, " you are magnificent" surprisingly her voice doesn't wobble, " she'll see that, just,— i dont know, be yourself." She emerges, pile of clothes in hand, "Now, time to choose what to wear", and with that Robin groans.