I decided to ignore Robin. He's probably just trying to play with my feelings. He doesn't actually like me. There's no way. I kept studying for another thirty minutes when I decided to take a break. I went downstairs where Robin and Finney were in the kitchen. "What's he doing here?" I asked. "I invited him for a sleepover." Finn said. "Wow. Great. Where's dad?" I asked. Finney threw a note at me that read, "On an emergency business trip. Be safe, love you. -Dad" I sighed. "And Gwen?" I asked. "It's Friday. She's sleeping over at Susie's tonight, remember?" Finney asked. Oh. "I knew that." I said, grabbing a glass to fill up with water. "Anyways, we're about to watch a movie. Want to join?" Finney asked me. "I can't. I have to study." I said, taking a sip of my water. "Nerd." Robin mumbled. I looked over at him. "You're really going to 'insult' me after what happened in my room a half hour ago?" I asked, taking a sip of my water. I enjoyed looking at his flustered face as I walked over to the stairs, and up to my room.
After an hour, Finney yelled, "Y/N FOODS HERE." I ran downstairs and grabbed a plate. "I don't know Finn. Pineapple simply doesn't belong on pizza. It's a fruit." Robin said. "SO IS TOMATO" Finney shot back. Robin blinked. "IT IS?!" He asked. I giggled. "Robin, I am fully convinced that you didn't graduate kindergarten." I said. Finn snorted. Robin looked at us in disgust. "I WAS IN YOUR CLASS Y/N WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT" Robin yelled. I laughed at him. To be honest, he was kind of funny. I started to think he wasn't that bad. "You guys are arguing like a married couple." Finney mumbled. My jaw dropped. No fucking way this pendejo just said that. Robin smirked. "Yeah. She may be mad right now, but she's secretly trying so hard not to make out with me right now." He said. "Shut up or I'll put a bullet through your skull." I said to Robin. "Whatever, I still ship it." Finney said. "Finn, go fuck yourself. Robin, you too." I said.
When we finished eating, Robin and Finney sat down on the couch to finish their movie, leaving me to do their dishes. As I was finishing washing them, the phone rang. I picked it up. "Hello?" I asked. "May I please speak to Y/n Blake?" The person on the other line asked. "This is her. Who is this?" I asked. "Hi honey. This is Sam's mom. I wanted to call you because I know how close you guys are, and I wanted to tell you that she is no longer with us. She got hit by a car earlier this morning. The doctors did all they could. I'm so sorry, Y/n"
No. No, no, no. This can't be happening. No, not Sam. Sam was absent today but I didn't think anything of it. She was my really good friend. And now she's gone. No. She can't be. I dropped the phone and ran up to my room. I grabbed my pillow and screamed into it, until I felt tears streaming down my face. I let them fall. I wasn't going to hide my emotions. Not this time. I sat there for ten minutes, just thinking about Sam. She was strong, funny, this couldn't have happened to her. This was a joke. I was dreaming. No, not Sam.
I heard a knock on my door a few minutes later. "Go away." I mumbled. "It's Robin." A voice on the other side of the door said. What? Robin? "Please, just let me come in." He said. I sighed. "Fine." The door opened. Robin sat down on the floor next to me. "I heard about what happened. I'm really sorry." He said. I didn't respond. A minute passed in silence. "Y/n. I know we're not like... friends or whatever, but I'm here if you ever want to talk." Robin said, breaking the silence. I looked over at him and smiled. "Thank you, Robin." I turned my head back to face the wall. "I feel like shit." I said, sighing. "Yeah, you look like it too." He said, laughing. I hit my arm against his. After a few minutes, I said, "Fuck. I'm sorry, I can't stop fucking crying." He looked at me with gently eyes saying, "That's what my shoulder's for." I giggled a bit, putting my head on his shoulder. We sat like that and didn't say anything else for a very long time.
