have a conversation (on the telephone)

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/39581100.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: Gen
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Relationship: Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Other Relationship Tags to Be
Added
Character: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Other Character Tags to Be Added
Additional Tags: Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Steve Harrington is a
Sweetheart, Lesbian Character, Lesbian Robin Buckley, Awesome
Robin Buckley, Robin Buckley-centric, Steve Harrington-centric,
Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington
Are Best Friends, High School, School, I love them okay, will get much
darker
Stats: Published: 2022-06-11 Chapters: 1/6 Words: 993

have a conversation (on the telephone)

by Erin_kate

Summary

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5 time Steve is called about Robin, and one time Robin is the one calling.
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Notes

my first ST fic!! love these guys and their friendship, hope you enjoy :)

See the end of the work for more notes

"Hello, is this Steve Buckley?" Were not the first words he was expecting to hear coming from his
new phone. He didn't even have time to react to the sentence properly, just giving a noise of
confusion which was apparently enough for the woman on the other end of the line.

Steve had just been sat in his room, as per usual, playing music as loud as humanly possible on his
boombox, as per usual, and reading some comic that Dustin had given him the other day ; the latter
wasn’t as usual but he’d decided to read it anyway to keep the kids spirits high - a sad Dustin
would not be a happy thing for anyone.

Normally if anyone was calling him it would be one of the kids, asking him to help on their newest
hair-brained, inter dimensional, life-risking mission, or someone calling to give him another job
rejection. And he was definitely never referred to as ‘Mr Buckley’.

"Hello, Mr Buckley, we need you to come and pick your sister Robin from Hawkins High School
as soon as possible. She's been suspended for three days for smoking on the property inside one of
the science labs, and that is against our school policy. We need for you to come in and sign to say
your family is aware of the suspension."

Steve, grinning now that he knew the call was about Robin (though he could have sussed that from
the ‘Buckley’ comment, but to be fair he hadn’t been paying attention that much), glanced over at
his car keys to his left and chucked them up into the air, shoving them into his back pocket after he
caught them. "I'll be over in about half an hour." He gave a small laugh as he slid his shoes onto
his feet, tying up the laces as he held the phone between his shoulder and his tilted head. "Tell her
I'm very disappointed and I'll be taking away her Walkman for the next week."

"Thank you, Mr Buckley. Please come in by the office, we'll have her waiting." He put the phone
back as he heard the line go dead, slipping on a denim jacket that was hanging on the back of his
door to help combat the cold October weather that gave him the chills. He walked outside, locking
the door behind him, and hopped into his car to begin the tedious drive to his old high school that
he really wished that he'd never have to go back to.

Roughly 20 minutes later, he jumped out of his car in-front of the school, messing his hair up just a
little bit and putting on a pair of dark sunglasses to help him not get ‘recognised’ - with the amount
of times he got called to the office for skipping school, he figured he was a bit of a celebrity down
there by this point. As his shoes thudded along the pavement, he hears the faint screaming of the
bell in the background - checking his watch, that was the start of 4th period.

Clearing his throat, he prepared himself to look like an absolute fool.

He burst in through the glass doors, instantly spotting Robin sat on one of the plastic chairs to the
side. He walked up to her, pulling his best ‘in fits of rage’ stance.

“Young lady! What have we told you about smoking in school! You know Mom’s gonna
absolutely flip when she hears about this.” He lowered his glasses to give the girl a death glare,
trying his best not to break out in laughter ; judging be her expression, she clearly was doing the
same, turning away from where the people working at the office were sat so they couldn’t see the
small smirk playing across her lips.

“Hey, Michael, I’m sorry but-“

Huh. Michael of all names… did he look like a Michael? Maybe it was the hair situation that gave
him the Michael look.

“No buts, Robin! You’re gonna get grounded so hard when you’re home. Now, c’mon, into the
car. I gotta sign this document thing.” ‘Michael’ replied, pointing toward the car as Robin walked
out, trailing her feet behind her in mock shame. Steve quickly switched to face the lady behind the
desk, flashing a small disapproving look and shaking his head. “They never learn, do they?”

“Gosh, I got two sons of my own, don’t I know it…” She answered, pushing the document and a
pen in his direction as she flipped through a notebook. “You’re a good brother comin’ to pick her
up though.” Steve raised his eyebrows. “Just sign here to say you’re notified of the suspension.
We’ll put it down in her records as soon as possible.”

Quickly, to make sure the façade didn’t last longer than he needed, Steve quickly scribbled
 something that vaguely looked like a signature, and left from the office with a shout of goodbye.
He ran back over to the car, putting his sunglasses back into his pocket, and opened the door to be
sat next to his best friend.

“So since when was I your family contact?” He laughed, pulling the rear view mirror towards him
to quickly fix his hair and make it look semi-presentable - when your nickname is Steve ‘The Hair’
Harrison, you always gotta be on top of your game.

“You always have been, brother, what are you on about?” She remarked, pulling a hand through
his hair to mess it up again, which earned her a real death glare instead of a fake one. “You were
surprisingly convincing as a Michael though, just saying. I think it’s time for a name change!”

Steve put the keys into the ignition and put his foot in the gas, starting to drive off. “Shut up, I’m
not a Michael type of guy.”

“Ehhh… receding hairline, yellow teeth, asshole-like on first glance… seem like one to me!”

“Take that back band geek!”

“Never, dingus.”

End Notes

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