The boy I wanna kiss- Rinney

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This is just a filler!
IM SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN POSTING!!I had 4 tests + homework in A WEEK💀
So I haven't been available to write so making this extra long 🫶
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Y'all are getting gay I promise
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*Robin's POV*

It's been exactly 12 days since I made my Finney cry. 12 days since everyone found out he cuts himself. 12 days since Gwen broke down in my arms for the first time.
12 days since Finney was grabbed.

Finding out that my Finney had been kidnapped by The grabber broke my heart into countless pieces.
No one has ever seen me cry until that day when it was announced.
We were all called to the gymnasium, dragged from the classes we had attended and shocked with the news that Finney Blake had been kidnapped by the well know "The grabber" and hasn't been seen every since that night.
That night at Elles.
The night of the party kept replaying in my head, keeping me up at night. I have never cried as much as I have with in these 12 days. And it was my fault. I don't know how or when Rhett found out. I've never spoken of Finney cutting himself but somehow, he found out.
And the words that had ended the night,

"Someone who loves me wouldn't do this."

It might've been the last words I'll ever hear of him.
His voice is slowly starting to fade away from my memories , but his smell, his face, and his smile has never left my head once.

I wear Finney's hoodies everyday. In the back of my mind, I wish he was the one giving them to me, just as I've dreamed.
I walk Gwen to school everyday to make sure she will be okay, which I know she never will be with Finney gone. But he isn't dead, I know he isn't. I get told every single day "that skinny kid is dead by now" but I won't believe it.

My Finney can't be dead, he can't be.

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*Finney's POV*
*the day after the party*

I carefully opened my eyes, slowly. They felt swollen and forced shut.
My sight revealed a basement, it was dirty and damp. The lightning was low and I was sitting on a dirty mattress.
But then my eyes met with a man's.
His face was hidden under a outworn mask with a flat mouth, and two horns peeking out through his long grey and light brown hair.
There were two holes carved out for the eyes,
His eyes shone through them with excitement.
I felt scared.
I don't know who this man is or where I am.

"He's awake!" He spoke. His voice was filled with happiness and his words rolled smoothly out of his mouth, like he knew what he was doing.

He'd done this before.

I stayed quiet, still trying to figure out where I was.
All I remember was the party, drinking, dancing, Robin and Rhet- Rhett.
That night he exposed my fresh cuts in front of everyone. Did they laugh at me? I don't remember and I think I don't want to remember either.
I remember running down the road and.. being mad. At who?

Then It hit me,

robin.
Robin had told Rhett about my cut wrists.
Why would he do that?
I remember a confession. From.. robin?
Yeah that's right, Robin confessed his love for me after the event. How could he?

"You're not a talker I see." The man said. I could see on his eyes that he was smiling.
He enjoyed this.
I crawled backwards in fear until my back hit the wall.
"Woah woah. Calm down." He said as he put his hand on my knee. "I'm not going to hurt you"
I didn't believe a word. It's obvious that he does want to hurt me.
I whimpered and tried to push his hand away but he just moved it to my inner thigh.
Tears started streaming down my face as I saw the man's eyes ease up. Maybe a glimpse of sorrow could be found in them?
"Shh don't cry little boy" he cupped my jaw and lifted my face up for him to see. He stroke his rough disgusting fingers along my cheekbones and jawline. He wiped my tears and brushed some hair out of my face.
"There's no reason to be sad" he said. I saw his eyes lit up in excitement once again. I whimpered and cried quietly, feeling extremely uncomfortable. His fingers felt like acid on my skin. I truly hated it.
"How about I get you some food, that sound nice right?" He said putting his hand on mine.
I stayed silent as he walked out the big metal door and shutting it close.
The sound lock clocking close filled the dark room as I sobbed into my hands.

I wanna go home.

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*Robin's POV*

20 days after Finney's disappearance

I enjoyed Vance's presence. He's a good friend of my, for sure, but we never really sat down and talked about the things that's bringing us down.
"Stop blaming yourself, it's not your fault man." Vance spoke but I didn't believe it.
It was all my fault, I'm fully aware of it.
Vance has been trying his best to comfort me on my worst days but he doesn't really know how. But him being here, on this cold bench at 2 am, proved that he cared about me. He would never admit it willingly but it's obvious that he does care.
"You have to stop torturing yourself like this. Wearing his hoodies, looking at his pictures, listing to the music he likes. It's not healthy. It won't bring him back." For once Vance was actually right. I have to stop. But it's too hard, I miss him to much. I need Finney.
"If I had just-.. if I had just ran after him that night he would be here." I said looking out at the empty cold park.
Vance shook his head and sighed.
"Whining and crying over him won't help" he said. "And it won't make you feel better about yourself either"
I pushed Vance out of my mind and thought of Finney again.

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1042 words!! This is just a a filler I'm sorry love y'all