When a girl name Elizabeth Wheeler has to drop off her younger brother Mike wheeler to the movies she meets a girl same age as her that works at scoops ahoy ice cream shop at the new mall in hawkins indiana named Robin Buckley.
'I do what you tell...
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"COULDN'T WE HAVE tried a road, or something just slightly less creepy?" Robin asks Nancy.
"I think we're getting close. We're almost out of here. Don't worry." Nancy says back as she walks ahead.
Robin watches as Libby takes big breaths in and out and can hear her loud foot steps. "Hey, are you okay? How's your knee?"
"Oh, I'm good. I've been through worst." Libby chuckles as Robin nods. "It kinda reminds me of when we're stuck in the Russian base. My ankle got destroyed."
"Oh! I remember that." Robin smiles. Libby sees her smile slowly fall, knowing what she's going to ask. "Libby...wh-what happened?" Robin's eyes trail down to her lacy-covered tattoo.
Libby grabs her fingers, instantly needing to touch something. Not wanting to make eye contact.
"Robin, you know what happened." She whispers. "Don't say sorry; I don't want pity."
"I wasn't going to."
Libby doesn't nod. She doesn't want to. She doesn't really know what to do. She doesn't regret getting the tattoo, though, she never will.
"Libby, you have been through so much. Too much, some would say. Your not stupid."
"This is sounding a lot like pity," Libby says in a sing-songy voice.
"Well, maybe you need to hear it." After hearing Robin's voice, She didn't sound annoyed; she sounded frustrated. Libby knew all about that. She pauses and turns to the girl. "You are not stupid, Libby. You're not the bad guy...
It's not your fault."
Libby didn't feel better. Sure, it was nice to hear, but Libby Wheeler was never going to heal. She was going to grow.
"Your just seventeen, Libby. You couldn't have done anything." Robin continues.
Libby knew she was right. But she didn't really want to listen.
She thanked her for saying she wasn't stupid.
She thanked her for saying it wasn't her fault.
Maybe Robin thought that, but Libby could never, would never.
"You're also a badass." Robin quickly added. This made her laugh. It made her feel more free. This is why Libby loves Robin Buckley. She always knows what to say. Libby laughs. She smiles.
Even though she's in the craziest place she could ever imagine,
Libby Wheeler felt safe with Robin Buckley by her side.
Then, like a snap of two fingers, the ground started to shake again, making Robin fall and Libby fall into a tree along with Nancy.
"Okay, second on my list of least favorite things, earthquakes. Seriously, I'm unsteady enough as it is." Robin complaints.
"I completely agree." Libbby groans. "Nance?" Libby sees Nancy running away towards something. "Nancy!"
"Nancy, where are you going?" Robin yells, getting up with the up from Libby.
The two run up next to Nancy, only to see the Wheeler house. "Come on." Nancy takes the lead once Eddie and Steve catch up.
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Nancy slowly opens the door while Steve holds a flashlight to see. Libby squeezes through Nancy, going into the middle of the room to look around.
Robin was the first to speak up. "Might be time to get a maid, wheelers."
Nancy ignores Robin. "Come on. I don't want to stay here longer than we have to...Libby?
"Yeah?" Everyone hears Libby's voice coming from the living room. "Um, you guys might wanna see this."
"Libby, please, we don't have time." Nancy walks up the stairs along with Eddie, and Robin walks to the living room to grab Libby's hand and bring her up the stairs as well.
Libby didn't pull away, still confused about why their TV looked like it was from 1982.
Nancy walks right into her room, opens her closest door, and grabs a shoe box. She lads it on a desk and opens it up only to find shoes...
"Those aren't guns." Said Eddie, stating the obvious.
"These heels are a bit pointy, but I was hoping for something along the lines of a deadly projectile." Robin speaks quickly.
"I don't understand." Nancy stares at the heels.
"Maybe you left them somewhere else?" Eddie guesses.
"There's a six-year-old in the house. I know where I keep my guns. Also, I threw these out years ago." Nancy then picks up a bunch of index cards and starts to flip through them.
Robin and Libby look at each other, thinking the same thing. "Nance, I get that grades are important, but perhaps studying..." Libby looks over at Robin for help.
"Maybe studying can wait till we get out of here."
"These are from sophomore chemistry." Nancy ignores the girl's comments and looks. "And this... This wallpaper, this is old wallpaper." She starts to walk around. "And this mirror, this went to a yard sale." She turns to her bed and picks up a teddie bear. "And you... You're not supposed to be here. No, I gave you to Cousin Joanna two years ago." She throws the bear, grabs her journal off the desk, and freezes.
"What is it?" Eddie impatiently asks.
"Nancy? You're starting to freak me out." Libby breathes like she is running a marathon.
"I think the reason that my guns aren't here is because they don't exist yet." Nancy reveals.
Right at those words, Libby could feel her throat dry up, and all of a sudden she felt all the fabric on her body; she could feel the lace like it was itching her bones; her wet socks went unnoticed; and her damp hair that rested on her shoulders suddenly felt cold.
Libby couldn't breathe.
"They don't...exist?" Eddie thinks.
The way Libby tensed didn't go unnoticed, like the wetness in Libby's sock. "Hey, it's okay...were gonna get out of here." Robin whispered, grabbing her hand, but felt her shaking, her eyes looking around like she was yelling for help.
Libby couldn't breathe.
"This diary should be full of entries. It's not. The last entry is November 6, 1983. The day will went missing. The day the gate opened. We're in the past." Nancy explains.
"Shit..." Libby puts her shaking hand on her chest, making a circle motion with her hands, trying to get that clogged feeling out of her, and goes to sit on the bed.
"Dustin! Dustin!" they hear Steve scream.
"I got her. Go." Robin tells Nancy and Eddie.
They both nod and run down the stairs, calling out Steve's name.
Libby couldn't see; she could barely hear. Robin squaded down, Libby's shaking hands searching, reaching for Robin's comfort. "Rob...I-I can't..."
"Libby, can I hold your hand?" Libby nods and feels Robin's cold hand lace in with hers. She felt the fabric of Robin's shirt, could feel her heart beat, and could feel Robin's breathing slow down. Libby tried to copy. "See? It's going to be okay. We're gonna get out of here."
Libby pulls her hands away from Robin's grasp and covers her face. She stays like this until Robin hugs libby. Libby's covered face in between her shoulders. And it wasn't a cheap hug, no. It was a meaningful hug between two...friends.
Two lovers
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