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Personal chef

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I was at robins house, trying to figure out what they were saying. "Entonces, ¿cuándo vienen mis nietos, hm?" His mother said. For some reason, Robin turns his face and blushed. "¡MAMÁ! ¡eso no es divertido!" Robin pleaded. "¡Estoy hablando muy en serio, muchacho!" What were they saying? Robin rolled his eyes and sat next to me. "Sorry about that, mi corazón." He said to me, stretching out his arms and yawning. I mean, I couldn't blame him. It was like, 1am. For some reason his mother and US were still up. "It's fine, I didn't really catch anything anyway." I chuckled, also starting to yawn. There was a long moment of silence. "I'm hungry, are you?" Robin finally stated, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. I followed behind him, answering his question. "Yea, I'm starving."

I should not have said that. Robin had gotten cooking equipment out, and had already messed up. "Well, I didn't mean to!" He claimed, "It's not my fault the oil spilled everywhere!" I looked at him. "Uhmmm yes it is, you spilled it." I corrected. He gave me a quick frown, showing off his big time baby face. "Awh, come on, you know it is, love" He just stomped away, taking another item out of the refrigerator. I laid down on the couch, exhausted. It had been a long day. We went to the movies and all that shit, it was tiring. I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before either, so I was sleep deprived anyway. "Ughhhh I'm so tireddd." I yawned, throwing my hands up in the air out of boredom. I started picking the dirt out of my nails and flicking it off onto the floor somewhere. I was laying on the sofa for around twenty minutes, when finally my mind got fuzzy and all went back.

I woke up to the smell of fire. Wait, no, not fire. Just something very burnt. No fire, good. I sat up on the sofa, jerking my head back to see where the smell was coming from. And then I saw it. Robin, with a player in his hands, melting and broken, that had came out of the oven. "ROBIN!" I screamed, lunging off the couch and racing toward him. He didn't say anything. I looked at him in the face, trying to find an expression. "Dude! What the hell is wrong with you?!" I shouted in an angry voice, shaking him back and forth by the shoulders. "You could've set the house on fire!" I got close enough to him to realize his expression, but for some reason, it was sad? I stopped shaking him and just exchanged his look with confusion. He looked like he was about to cry, but for what? "Robin.? What's wrong, love?" I whispered, taking his cheek in my hand and playing with his soft temples. "I..—" he paused, "I wanted to cook for you....I'm just a failure..I suck..." he finished. He tilted his head down in shame as I tried to rub his cheek, until I stated, "look, your not a failure, amor. That's just one singular thing your not well at." He looked up at me, still frowning. "And,— and your not really bad at it, you're just not practiced at it. I could see him smile a bit, but he stilled looked sad. "Here, how about we clean this up and making sandwiches. Robins face lit up immediately. "Sandwiches!? I love finneys sandwiches!" I smiled, blushing a little bit. I don't know why, but I found it cute when robin would act childish.

We cleaned up the mess, and made our sandwiches. We each took a grape soda out of the fridge and sat on the couch to it. "It's okay, Robin, everyone makes mistakes." He look at me, and kissed me on the cheek. "I know, I know, I should just be your personal chef." I look at him insanely. "Um, no you should not." He smiled, and began drinking his soda.  "That would be a very bad idea."
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