Into The Fire~A Stranger Things fanfiction

Sleepover/Serious Talk/First Kiss

(A/N:I know I might be a bit early with the first kiss thing, but remember, they've also known each other for a year, so, it's also a bit overdue in my opinion lol..Also, we'll just go with Ethan Hawke and Uma Thurman as the face claims for her parents, since it never showed them in Season 3, or even really mentioned them at all..And in this chapter, you'll find out some things about Anastasia, such as more details about her life in Russia, and America)

"I see magic in your eyes
I hear the magic in your sighs
Just when I think I'm gonna get away
I hear those words that you always say

Abra abracadabra
I wanna reach out and grab ya
Abracadabra
Abracadabra

Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burning flame
Burning flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher.."~Steve Miller Band "Abracadabra" released in 1982
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   Before I was really aware of what I'd just said yes to, Robin was tugging me outside the mall, just as a baby blue SUV pulled up. A beautiful woman who looked an awful lot like her sat behind the wheel, and raised an eyebrow at me, before glancing at Robin questioningly. She told the woman, "Uh..Mom, this is Anastasia Black. My best friend?" The woman's face lit up with excitement, and my face turned hot, as she exclaimed, "Oh, this is Anastasia! It's about time I met her!" I weakly replied in my American accent, "Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Buckley." Her smile only grew wider at that, though her eyes traveled up and down me judgingly, landing on my bruised knuckles and cut head, and I saw a flicker of something like disapproval or disgust flash across her gaze before it disappeared. Robin took pity on me, and sweetly asked, "Is it okay if she spends the night? Her dad's, uh-" I finished, "Working all night, and Robin was worried about me staying by myself, so we wanted to ask."

    Mrs. Buckley thought for a minute, and then, nodded. "I suppose it's okay. Climb in back, Anastasia." I hesitantly opened the back door, before sliding into the seat, and buckled up, slightly offended by how Robin's mother seemed to be faking her excitement now, after examining me. Robin slid into the passenger seat, buckling up, and turned to look at me. "You okay back there?" I dimly nodded, flinching, as I saw her mother's gaze on me through the rearview mirror. The car jerked forward, as the engine floored, and I got the feeling her mother was extremely pissed off about something, but what, I couldn't quite grasp, until she asked me, "So, Anastasia, what kind of..Things are you into?" I blinked, and slowly replied, "What do you mean? I like a lot of things.." Robin quietly muttered, "Mom.. Don't." Mrs. Buckley gripped the steering wheel tightly, and asked, "Drugs? Drinking? Gangs?" I felt my temper rising, but held it back, trying to stay polite for Robin's sake, and replied, "I've done a little bit of everything..Hasn't everyone?" She flinched at that, and I smirked, knowing I'd hit some nerves with that one. Robin's eyes widened, as she glanced between me and her mother, but didn't say anything, merely settling for looking down, setting her sailor hat in her lap, before running one hand through her hair.

    We soon arrived at a nice, two story house, with rose bushes on either side of the walkway, and a coat of cream colored paint adorning the exterior. Even though it probably wasn't all that special to Robin or her family, my jaw dropped, and I whispered, "Wow..I can't wait to see the inside." Mrs. Buckley parked the car, turning it off, and I unbuckled, hopping out, followed by Robin. I caught her staring at me with a confused expression, until understanding and sadness replaced it. I instantly shut my mouth, and forced a calm expression onto my own face, and forced myself not to be excited, as I followed her mother through the front door, the smell of pizza hitting me like a ton of bricks, as my stomach growled annoyingly loud. I felt my face turn at least three shades of red, and looked down, shoving my hands into my jacket pockets. Mrs. Buckley said, "There's plenty left, if you'd like some, Anastasia." I just shook my head, and swallowed hard, before replying, "Thank you, but I'm okay." Robin sighed, and told her mother, "We'll be in my room, Mom, if you need us." She grabbed my hand, and tugged me upstairs. As we walked, I noticed the family pictures lining the walls, and smiled slightly, stopping to stare at them. Robin had always been an attractive girl, even as a tiny kid, and seeing how happy she'd been, even in those pictures, made my heart skip a beat.