Strings & Ribbons
For all of you who have wanted a cheesy Hallmark style love story for Chrissy and Robin this one's for you:
“Who’s the patron saint of texting your ex,” Robin groaned.
“Don’t do it.” The tone of the voice was kind, but surprisingly determined. Robin looked up to find a young woman her own age in a blue waitress uniform. Her strawberry blonde curls were pulled up into a bouncy ponytail. She looked familiar, but Robin was having trouble placing her. “I can assure you he’s not worth it.”
“She,” Robin corrected without thinking. She then blushed, Hawkins was not as progressive and would never be as progressive as NYC.
But if anything, the woman’s smile grew brighter. “She’s not worth it.”
Steve coughed.
The waitress's eyes widened suddenly. “Oh, hi Steve! It’s been awhile since you’ve been in. How’s it going?”
“Fine, how are you Chrissy?”
Robin didn’t hear Chrissy’s answer because suddenly it was all snapping into place. The woman before her was Chrissy Cunningham, the same Chrissy Cunningham who had started a babysitters club in 7th grade with a younger Steve Harrington, the same Chrissy Cunningham who would go onto to be head cheerleader and whom Robin would develop a massive crush on senior year when Chrissy finally stood up to her douche of a boyfriend and broke up with him in front of the whole school. Robin had never seen anything so hot, and of course before anyone could say anything Chrissy had moved out of her parents house and in with Eddie Munson and that had been that. Robin turned back onto the conversation a bit sheepishly.
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