summary: a crush that Robin can't confess. They are just friends watching a movie and sleeping in the same bed together, but Robins mind went elsewhere.
contains: -swearing
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"You have to let me stay."
"Of 'course you can't not say."
I was joking. There's nothing worse than staying the night at your crushes house, obviously if you are in love with a guy you'd be thrilled, sleeping in the same bed, tricking them into cuddling with you, having a nice kiss in the morning. But, when your crush is a girl in the fucking 1980's of America it's gonna be different.
Robin won't even go as far to tell someone she likes girls, however the quick, overthinking mind of hers is prone to saying she's in love with her; it's an argument everyday of denying and not denying the fact of being in love with your friend.
The sky was dark and still, the final credits rolled, the jaw dropping experience left one speechless, but the other biting her lip looking directly at both of their hands on the bed as Y/N's grasped onto hers. It was 2AM, theres no school today, they are out for the summer, an excuse for Y/N to hang out with the 'scoops ahoy' worker more.
"We should get to sleep," Robin suggested as she hopped off the creeky bed, reaching for the off button.
"You expect me to sleep after poor Jackie just died, she was the only reason I kept watching this dumb movie series," Y/N exclaimed, being overly dramatic per usual.
"Yeah."
She received a look of confusion, no words were said. No words were said about the movie for the rest of the night, Robin didn't listen enough to talk about it, she'd have to rewatch it when this constant feeling of draining love went away.
"I am tired," Robin's friend said, "But I'm not sleeping on that sofa bed another night, you've got this whole double bed for what?"
Your boyfriend. That's what the dirty-blonde thought she was going to say, but them words didn't come out of anyones mouth though, only Robin's mind. She's heard it many times before in other situations and it always annoyed her, at first she didn't know why, the young blonde haired girl hadn't even heard of being gay or lesbian and she figured the constant dovey feeling she had towards her classmate was common for an eleven year old. It only came into realisation when she was thirteen, almost fourteen.
"Fine," she huffed.
Her bed seemed solid, stiff. Not the comfort she usually felt, she peaked over to see any sort of signs that Y/N felt the same. She couldn't toss and turn, what if she woke up facing her best friend, she wouldn't be able to resist the urge of admiring her soft, plump lips and the cute, calming way she sleeps. It's her face that sent her off, every little detail was registered into the blondes mind, every.
The gap between the two got smaller, the warmth projected on one another, it was like they were together, touching, nuzzling her face into the sweet scented neck of hers, like what she was thinking about later that day when her shift ended in Scoops Ahoy, her place of work. Robin realised she was the only uncomfortable one, Y/N was throwing her off while she slept comfortably, peacefully. That's what she assumed.
