teenage tragedy (Max Mayfield)

3. five

Cammie groaned as the bell on the counter of Scoops Ahoy dinged for the millionth time. She opened her eyes and looked over at Robin. She had her headphones in, trying to translate the Russian thing. Cammie threw a napkin at her.

"Counter," she said.

Robin took her headphones off and walked out to the counter. Cammie closed her eyes again and tried to see if she had any dead Russians in her void to help them translate this shit.

Dustin and Steve were out searching for the Russians but Cammie figured it couldn't hurt to look.

"I hate kids," Robin walked back in after a minute.

"Join the club," Cammie mumbled.

"What are you doing?" Robin said.

"Trying to find a Russian genius," Cammie said.

"In your head?" Robin said.

"Steve didn't tell you?" Cammie opened her eyes and smirked at Robin. "I see dead people," she whispered.

Robin stared at her before laughing. Cammie joined in, knowing full well that Robin was never going to believe her. She didn't even care. It was nice. She liked Robin and how easy things were with her. They just got on really well.

"So, who were the girls who came to visit you yesterday?" Robin said.

"Oh, Max and El. El is my sister and Max is my, uh, best friend," Cammie said.

She wasn't ashamed that Max was her girlfriend. Their group of friends knew, Joyce, Hopper, Nancy, Johnathon and Steve knew, but nobody else knew really how close the girls were. 1985 was just a difficult year to be anything other than straight in public.

Cammie knew Robin would probably be okay with it, but she didn't want to risk losing a friend, or getting herself and Max outed before they were comfortable to go fully public.

"I don't understand this sister thing. Is it Steve's sister, too?" Robin frowned.

"No. I was adopted by Steve's parents when I was six. El is my sister from before then," Cammie said.

"Oh, shit," Robin said.

"It's fine. I'm going to go back to my dead people, now," Cammie said. Robin laughed.

"I'll leave you to it, love," she said.

Cammie winked and then closed her eyes.

Cammie lay flat on the table, eating a handful of jelly beans as Robin repeated their translation so they could decode it.

"The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly. Tread lightly?" Robin said. Cammie frowned.

"Well, that makes no fucking sense," she said.

There was a knock on the back door and Robin opened it with a sigh.

"Delivery for you," a man said.

"Thank you," Robin said.

She grabbed the pen and started signing for the delivery. Cammie frowned at the man. She spotted his logo and her eyes went wide.

"Have a nice day," he said.

"Yeah, you too," Robin said.

He turned and Cammie got up, running to the door.

"Silver cat!" Cammie pointed at the back of his uniform.

A silver lynx logo was on the back.

"Silver cat!" Robin pointed at Cammie. "You're a genius," she said. Cammie flicked her hair.