Prologue

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"Robbie, could you pass me my lipstick?" Vickie asked, her head glued to a magazine while she sat next to Robin on her bed.

"Yeah, sure." Robin sighed. Vickie was never giving the girl the attention she needed, and she thought about it every time they hung out as a couple.

Robin stood up slowly, she walked over to Vickie's vanity, snatching the maroon red lipstick off of the top. She looked at herself in the mirror, sighing once again.

Robin furrowed her eyebrows, in the corner of the mirror was a note with hearts around it, tucked into the edges of the glassy reflection and in between the wood.

She scratched at the note a couple of times with her fingers. She ripped a little chunk of it off. The note was a word wrote in cursive with hearts around it. Derek. Robin's stomach twisted, she thought about breaking up the girl for a solemn minute.

"Vickie, have you been hanging out with Derek lately?" She sleekly stuck the note inside her pocket, sliding back onto the bed.

"No, I haven't seen him since him and I last broke up." She put the magazine down, starring at Robin's ocean blue eyes with a pair of furrowed eyebrows.

Robin smiled at the girl, maybe the later was old, or maybe it was an uncle named Derek. She handed Vickie the lipstick.

"Thanks, Robbie." Vickie grinned at the girl, pecking her on the lips. Robin immediately felt better, as if the feeling of not getting enough attention faded.

Maybe she did want to stay with Vickie.

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