Robin Buckley One Shots

Falling For You

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Genre: Fluff

Modern College AU

Living in college dorms was an experience. People were messy, parties were thrown in the hallways every other day rendering no sleep for everyone in the vicinity, you talk to people that you would never ordinarily talk to out in the wild, and for most people, it's living away from home for the first time and everyone reacts differently. You get the people you hear crying through the walls every night because they aren't coping with homesickness, and those who are absolutely thriving in the new environment they have been thrown into.

Some people even happen to meet people that they have a romantic interest in when moving away. If a person grows up in a relatively small town, it can feel weird dating people that you've known for your whole life, or you just never meet anyone that you would want to. But as soon as you're out in the big wide world it can feel like there is plenty of fish in the sea.

When you had moved out of your minuscule town with no one interesting in, to out into the big city of New York, you had a shock to the system. Everywhere was in reach and it was always active. At home as soon as 9pm hit the town was dead silent and everyone was safely tucked into their homes. But here, the nightlife was rife, which was a cool thing to witness even though you weren't too keen on big bustling parties.

You had been one of the lucky ones when it came to finding someone at college. It was a few months into your first semester when your roommate kicked you out for an evening with her boyfriend. Having nowhere else to go, you decided to sit in the hallway with your laptop plugged into an outlet that looked like it was about to fall off of the wall, and sat practically pouting as you worked on finishing the draft of an upcoming essay. Though the thought of sitting on badly carpeted floors for hours on end made it hard to focus as the numbness already started to kick in.

After an hour of doing work you heard a door slam down the hall and then someone mumbling profanities under their breath whilst kicking the skirting board, before settling down against the wall with their laptop too. It was only after they unlocked their device with a huff that they noticed you not too far away. Red clearly rushed up her cheeks as she realised that you had seen her little outburst, but when you offered her a shy smile and a wave she knew that it was okay, and carried on working through some tasks on some new music composition app that her class had been introduced to.

As it turned out she was sat dejected in the hallway for the same reason that you were, and it just so happened to be a regular occurrence, happening pretty much every weekend. Your roommates sucked. But over the course of a month, the two of you gradually warmed up to each other and ended up sitting next to each other and chatting whilst getting work done. You learned that her name was Robin and you both practically told each other your entire life stories one night. With the new vulnerability and the lateness of the hour, you both moved closer and shared your first kiss, which was incredible, and that led to her asking you out on a date.

It was planned for the next weekend, and you couldn't have been happier. Your roommate had even agreed to not kick you out until a bit later so that Robin could pick you up from your door and not whilst you were sitting out in the hallway. She and her boyfriend were excited for you and had started trying to hype you up when you got nervous as the time drew near.

You sat on your bed anxiously playing with the rings on your fingers staring at the door expectedly when 7pm hit. But there was no knock at the door.

When 7:20 hit the other two in the room started sending you sympathetic looks which weren't helping, but they were right. It wasn't as though Robin had far to travel, she was a few doors down. With a sigh, you stood and told your roommate that you would get out of her hair, and left to go freshen up and maybe have a nice relaxing shower at the communal dorm showers. Though no shower in that room was ever relaxing.

Your feet dragged as you made your way down the hall, and as you passed Robin's door you debated on knocking but felt rather embarrassed so continued on your journey to the shower room. You pushed the door open and turned the corner, expecting the room to be empty due to the silence of it, but you ended up jumping out of your skin when you saw none other than Robin Buckley standing in front of you wrapped in a towel as she clumsily held it up with one hand, her other arm looking black and blue at her elbow.

She didn't look to be having a great time, and your eyes widened as you took in the sight of her. Her eyes followed suit when she looked up from staring at the floor, "Oh thank God!", she shouted and moved forward slightly before wincing.

"What the hell happened?", you spoke and stepped forward to examine her arm further. "I'm so sorry I must be so late for picking you up I've been in here for what feels like hours and no one has come in", she began nervously rambling, to which you gave her a pointed look for her to get to the point, "Right, right. I slipped and landed weird, they really need to get some shower stickers or something, but yeah I thinking my arm is broken", she looked at it with a frown.

"Okay first things first you don't have to apologise, the main issue right now is the fact that you have a snapped bone, and secondly you 'think'?!", you exaggerated with your hands, "Rob there's no thinking here, look! It's definitely broken, we gotta get you to a hospital".

You felt Robin's stare burning into you as you spoke and look up to see her with a dopey smile on her face, "What?", you questioned with an eyebrow raised. "You look nice", that was the smoothest you had ever heard Robin talk, a lot of the time she stumbles over her words. But due to the severity of the moment, you rolled your eyes in amusement, "Come on Casanova let's get you dressed".

At that moment Robin seemed to finally realise what was happening and she shook her head with comically wide eyes, "Get me dressed?". You frowned and looked at her with incredulity, "Unless you want to go to the hospital in a towel and freeze to death", you deadpanned and it sunk in for Robin that this was going to happen. "Okay... but close your eyes".

You agreed with a small gulp and locked the door before grabbing her clothes from the side and walking over to her and closing your eyes. It was a tricky task and you were both incredibly flustered by the end of it as it was a rather embarrassing thing to be doing to anyone let alone someone you were supposed to be going on a date with.

"Let's go get your arm chopped off", you laughed and unlocked the door, heading out into the hall with Robin trailing behind you, though apparently, that was the wrong thing for you to say. "What?! You think they're going to chop my arm off? I can't live without it, my entire degree is based on playing a two-handed instrument Y/n what the hell am I supposed to-".

"Woah, woah", you spoke and raised your hands as though talking to a scared horse, "It was a joke, Rob, they're just gonna take some x-rays and stick it in a cast for six weeks, after that you'll be as good as new". Her spirits visibly rose which you had to hold back a laugh at, and you took hold of her good hand out of instinct, wanting to get her to the hospital as fast as you could, knowing that she was secretly in a lot of pain right now, just doing a good job of hiding it.

You missed how she blushed but felt the way her grip on you tightened, using you to ground herself to reality. A source of comfort. "I'm sorry I ruined our date", she said with guilt lacing her words. "It's okay, I just wanna make sure that you're better and get your arm nice and sorted, okay?", you reassured her as you led her outside and to your car.

She smiled, now knowing that you really didn't hate her or blame her for anything, and once she was comfortably seated in the passenger seat and you had gotten in next to her she turned to you with a smirk, making you frown yet again. "You could say that I fell for you".

Your face was blank before you laughed and reversed your car out of its parking space, "You're a dork, Buckley".