Robin Buckley One Shots

Homesick

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Genre: Fluff

You heard the out-of-breath panting coming from behind you as you sprinted across the grass, giggles escaping your mouth as you forced your legs to run as fast as they could. The muscles pushing you along burned and ached as you continued your run, but you would much rather feel the pain than have Robin catch you in your game of tag.

Tag was your game, and you would be damned if Robin would catch you. She never normally did which always bummed her out but she liked to try each day anyway after she secretly practised running around in circles in her backyard most days to try and raise her stamina. It did work, she was able to chase you for a lot longer than she had previously, but she just couldn't gather the speed that you were able to.

Through the eleven years that you had known Robin, aka the entirety of your life, she had only ever beaten you in tag once. And that was when you had tripped over and sprained your ankle. Instead of helping she bent down to tap your shoulder yelling, "Tag!", in victory before running off to go and get your Mom after a minute of checking that you were being serious and not 'faking it because she was catching up'.

You didn't really count that as a win considering your leg could have fallen off, though she still likes to say that she beat you once. But presently, when she yelled calling for a time out, you saw that she really was closer than you thought that she was, "Hey good job Robbie you're getting faster!", you praised her genuinely with a pat on the back as she was doubled over clutching the pain in her side that had arisen from pushing her body too far. She mumbled a thank you before standing up unsteadily, her face red and her jaw slack as she tried to draw in as much oxygen as she could.

She did not appreciate the amused look that appeared on your face at seeing her current state. "Don't be grumpy it's our last day off before we start Middle School", you pushed her slightly in faux-offence, which again she didn't seem to appreciate. A frown appeared on her face as she glared at you, and for a moment the fear of God ran through your veins when she tackled you to the floor, though you both soon burst out in fits of laughter as you ended up tumbling down the hill, limbs tangled together.

After the long fall to the bottom, you both lay in a starfish position on your backs, chests heaving with the exertion, and as the sun beat down on your bodies, you and Robin gave each other big smiles with sparkling eyes before you got up and extended your hand to help your friend up. "Come on Buckley, race you to the top!", you shouted as soon as she was standing on two legs again, earning a groan from her as she watched you sprint to the top, but smiling anyway as she began her ascent.

If you had known that would be your last last day of summer with Robin, you probably would have laid there for a lot longer before running up that hill and going home.

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Your first day of senior year was finally here, and you were excited. Due to being on the track team and easily earning the top place in the school, you had been put forward to attend college on a scholarship. So as long as you kept trying this year and showed your teachers that you were still putting effort into your studies, you were all set. Your future was a go.

Though one thing was bothering you. Or rather, one person. The usual one person who managed to get under your skin. Robin Buckley.

Your first year of middle school completely ruined things between you and your best friend. It was when you started getting more into the sports clubs as you excelled in athletics, and this brought forward a new social circle for you, which you were excited about. Even though you tried to balance your time with your new friends and Robin, even introducing her to the group of people, she still felt as though you were leaving her behind and so started distancing herself, and hanging out with people she thought were more on her wavelength.