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Your weekly friend dates at the mall with the gang were honestly highlights of your weeks. Last week, you had had to skip it because of work and this week, Steve wouldn’t agree to step even his big toe in the parking lot, insisting you and Robin go alone. So you did, leaving Steve sulking at his place.
A few shopping bags later, you stopped by a snack kiosk where you bought a box of chips and Robin bought an ice cream, and now she sat down on one of the benches at your usual hanging out spot. “Such a shame you weren’t here last week. I know you were on duty, but I really needed someone to laugh with.”
You flopped beside her and placed the chip box on the table in front of you. “Steve grumbled he’s glad I wasn’t but wouldn’t elaborate.”
“Mm, I figured he wouldn’t.” Robin nodded towards the corner with a few empty food stands. “Remember Steve seeing those two sisters helping out with the pretzel stand their father kept during the carnival, and telling us that he’ll be able to charm at least one of them within a week?”
You glanced at her, popping another chip into your mouth. “Yeah?”
Robin took a lick off her ice cream. “Steve tried to show off the next weekend, right? Well, there was this nice shiny counter right in front of that stand so he tried to make a stunt he had seen in some badass action spy movie years ago. He only forgot he’s still not as badass as those characters, and bam, he fell straight on the stand butt first, leaving the girls laughing at him and their father screaming at him because Steve’s butt squished a packet of his just-baked pretzels.”
You almost spit out your drink. “You’re kidding.”
Robin snorted. “I wish I was. It was so embarrassing. But really, there’s still a print of his butt on the stand if you look closer, they tried to straighten it up but there’s a clear print of Steve Harrington’s buttocks on it. I guess it’s the reason why they aren’t selling pretzels today, they’re afraid he’s coming back.”
You started howling in laughter, making a group of grannies scowl at you as they passed. As your laughter died down to giggles, you wiped your eyes. “Oh my God, poor Steve.”
Robin shook her head. “Oh, he walked with an ice pack in his pants for the rest of the day and looked like he’s walking around in diapers full of poo, and still tried to pretend being the hottest creature around Hawkins. Shame struck him only later that evening, I guess he was in shock until then.”
You laughed at her story together for a while longer, before Robin nodded towards another store. “Hey, I need to buy new shorts for the summer. Care to join me for one last store?”
You huffed. “Knowing you, it will be ten more stores, but sure. I need to shop for summer clothes too.”
She shrugged. “Well, not my fault I have an excellent taste for clothes.”
You rolled your eyes as you put the last chip into your mouth and dropped the box into the trash can next to you, before joining your friend to the clothing store.
Even though you did this same thing every weekend, it always felt as refreshing. Robin just had that energy, and it was no wonder she was your best friend.