Ronance one shots

Haircut(fluff)

Nancy is glad that she and Robin are officially friends. She felt this weird pull towards the taller girl since everything that happened at the mall in July. It's almost September now, which means it's almost time for school to start. Nancy has hung out with Robin almost every day this past month and it still doesn't feel like enough time. Nancy didn't realize how much she missed having a best girl friend after Barb. It's nice to have someone to talk to, especially about all of the crazy things they went through this summer. Sure she could talk to Jonathan, but ever since they broke up before he moved, things have been weird between them. She could talk to Steve, but he's also her ex and they still haven't quite figured out how to fully get back to a normal friendship yet. That just leaves the kids and she isn't going to talk to them. She doesn't want them to know how much she's been struggling. That's how Nancy found herself in a friendship with Robin Buckley of all people.

They are hanging out in Nancy's bedroom on a sunny Wednesday afternoon. Robin just got done with her morning shift at Family Video, Nancy picked her up at the store the second her shift was up (or maybe Steve let Robin leave 5 minutes early, really who's to say). They picked up some lunch and ate it in Nancy's car, then drove back to Nancy's house. Nancy is looking through her closet, trying to decide what to keep and what to get rid of. Robin is laying across Nancy's bed with her head dangling off.

"Honestly Robin, you're going to pass out doing that! And you can't even properly see the outfit I'm showing you!" Nancy complained.

Robin struggles into a sitting position on the bed, turning to fully face Nancy. "I'm sorry your highness, I'll give you my undivided attention now."

"Robin, this is a serious matter. I need to know what looks good and what doesn't so I can go shopping for new clothes."

"Nancy, I am being serious. I don't even need to look at any of the outfits, you look good in anything you wear. Like seriously you could wear that trash bag and you would look amazing." Robin starts blushing at the realization of what she just said. "I mean... isn't the only thing that matters is if you like the clothes or not. Why do you even want my opinion, it's not like I'm the most... stylish?" Now it's Nancy's turn to blush.

"Robs, you're my friend and your opinion matters to me. Also, I really like your style. I think it looks good on you."

They sort through the remainder of Nancy's closet. A lot of the clothes make it into the donate pile, meaning Nancy will need to go do some shopping before school starts. Hopefully she can rope Robin into coming with her.

"Thank you for all of your help Robs. Just after everything that we've been through, these old clothes don't really feel like me anymore you know?"

Robin chuckles at that. "Oh yeah I know all about that. It's hard to figure out what feels like you. I still don't feel like me. Like I think maybe my clothes do, or they're starting to, but like something about my look just doesn't fit. I mean my mom thinks that's dumb and she hates my clothes, I mean I think she kinda hates a lot of things about me. I know I'm not like feminine or whatever, so I'm not the daughter that she wanted. I'm probably just being dramatic. Just ignore me, I don't know what I'm talking about."

Nancy moves to sit next to Robin on the bed, putting her hand on her shoulder. "You're not being dramatic Robin. Your mom shouldn't discount your feelings. Who cares if you don't dress super feminine, you're still beautiful Robin." A blush creeps across Robin's freckled cheeks. "Now go look in the mirror and tell me what doesn't fit and let's try to fix it." Nancy says, pulling Robin off the bed to go look in the mirror.

They move to stand in front of the mirror. "I don't need to look in the mirror to know. It's my hair. It's always been my hair. My mom loves my hair, she's always loved my hair. As a kid it was always so annoying and kept getting in the way, but my mom said that girls have to have long hair. Then last year, when I was mad at her I cut my hair to the length it is now. You know I thought maybe it would be like a compromise. It's shorter for me but still long for her. She was mad and now I'm still not happy with the length. Thank you for trying to help Nance, but it's not something I can change."