Sunday September 17th 1985
📍Henderson house
Joanne Henderson
I wake up to the sound of the phone ringing on the night stand next to my bed. I groan as I sit up and see that the clock says 7:36 a.m, I reach over and grab the ringing landline from beside my bed, and put it up to my ear.
"Hello?" I greet tiredly
"Joanne, did I wake you up?" I hear Nancy's chipper voice ask from the other end of the phone.
"No, not at all I've been up for hours" I answer sarcastically rolling my eyes, even though she can't see me.
"Well that's good" she says again in a voice that's all too excited to be up at seven in the morning.
"What did you call for Nance" I sigh into the phone.
"Well we barely hang out anymore, and I'm not busy today, so I was hoping that if I called you early enough we could make a plan to go shopping today" she says.
"Fine, I'll be ready in an hour" I say giving in because I hate saying no to Nancy.
"Perfect, I'll pick you up at eight thirty" she says before hanging up.
I manage to shower and fix my hair in less than an hour, I'm putting on my favorite pink lipgloss when I hear Dustin call for me from the living room.
"JOANNE" he shouts "NANCY IS HERE FOR YOU"
I run down the hall and wave goodbye to my mother and Dustin before going out the front door and getting in the passenger side of Nancy's car.
"It feels like I haven't seen you in forever" Nancy says while pulling out of my driveway.
"I just saw you at school on Friday Nance" I remind her chuckling.
"I know, but we haven't really gotten a chance to talk" she sighs.
"Well we're here now, aren't we?" I ask shrugging.
"Yeah, yeah we are" Nancy nods from beside me.
Sunday September 17th 1985
📍Hawkins Outlets
Nancy and I got to the outlet malls around 30 minutes ago and neither of us had found anything good yet. Nancy was going on about needing to find a homecoming dress, and flying to California to go with Jonathan.
"Do you have a dress yet!" Nancy asks me while looking through a rack of dresses.
"Oh, I'm not sure if I'm going" I shrug.
"Why not?" she questions while pulling a glittery blue dress off the rack.
"It's not like anyone has asked me" I chuckle while looking through a pile of pink dresses.
"Is there anyone who you want to go with?" She questions.
"Not really Nance" I sigh going to sit on a bench in the corner of the store.
YOU ARE READING
Bad habit, Robin Buckley
Science Fiction"Can I bite your tongue, like my bad habit" In which 17 year old Joanne (Jo) Henderson loves books, pink converse, and lip gloss while 18 year old Robin Buckley loves her Walkman, dark blue nail polish, and old movies, but they do have one thing in...
