talk to me; | robin skinner/cavetown

[seventy]

[dedicated to the one i love - the mamas and the papas]

robin's point of view

sunday, 12:53 am

you
do you have time to meetup?
(seen)

it's almost been a week since i've sent the message to y/n and well, she hasn't replied yet. i tried asking his little brother, but he hasn't responded my texts as well.

i should've just told her about the movie night we were planning to host instead of waiting for her to reply that night, damn it.

while i was wearing a jacket, juno gently steps on my toes with her tiny little paws as she purrs.

"aww juno my baby," i let out a chuckle, picking her up from the floor then cradled her as i looked into the mirror. y/n would often do this to fig back then...

maybe i should've just tell her the truth, i feel like i'm fooling around her like a clueless idiot.

i like her...really really like her, and i'm sick of telling myself that i don't when it's true.

and the kiss—i don't think y/n has remembered that happened, which was odd since i was sure that you'd recall some of the times when you were drunk when you're sober...or maybe she had just shrugged that off and called it a day?

there were so many questions running around my head, they're almost like buzzing bees—and i don't think i'm able to stop them.

...unless if i do something about it.

i turn around to see the door as juno jumped off my arms, hesitating whether i should do this now. well, i guess it doesn't hurt to try.

i'm going to tell her the truth, it's now or never.

i grabbed the knob of my bedroom door then unlocked it, making me walk out of my room and find my shoes.

"i'm going somewhere," i said, grabbing a pair of sneakers and sat on the wooden floor to wear them. "is it okay if you take care of junie for a moment while i'm away?"

"of course, juno and i get along very well." marco replies as he pets juno. "don't worry, she's in good hands."

"where are you going?" taha asks as he sipped on a coffee mug.

"to tell her the truth." i respond, pushing myself up after tying my shoes. marco lightly gasps in shock while taha looks at me in confusion.

"tell the truth to whom?"

"y/n..." i took my glasses from the small desk near me then wiped the dust off its lenses. "i have to fix something."

"fix what?" taha asks once more, feeling more confused. meanwhile, marco cheers as he continued petting juno.

"good luck robbie!" he claps.

"i'm literally so confused, what am i not getting?" taha questions. "am i missing out on something or what?"

"think about it," marco says, making taha think harder for a minute. he raises his eyebrows as he got it.