UNLOVEABLE ─ s.stilinski

xv. tainted

CHAPTER FIFTEEN
tainted

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Since the full moon, things have been awkward between Rhys and Stiles. They haven't spoken about the whole... thing. Both of them deciding to ignore it, although, Rhys was beginning to think that was bad idea.

He couldn't stop thinking about it, his thoughts were constantly filled with Stiles and what Stiles was thinking. He would give anything to read his mind.

Not enjoying his thoughts, Rhys grabbed his head phones plugging in his music, the song playing was Mambo Sun by T.Rex, he turned it up all the way. Blocking his thoughts.

He tapped his foot to the beat, letting himself listen to the lyrics and nothing else. However, he paused the song as Robin stepped into his room. He slid them off, resting them around his neck, and raised an eyebrow at her.

"You forgot to knock again," he said.

Robin smiled, mischievous, "I did knock, you just didn't hear me because you were listening to..." she reached forward to taking his ipod to see what he was listening to. "T. Rex? What are you fifty?" She teased, shaking her head.

Rhys snatched his ipod back, glaring at her, "It's a good song." he reasoned.

Robin was silent for a moment, she seemed to be thinking about something. Rhys frowned, concerned.

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, honey," She attempted to smile , but it was weak, barely there. "sorry, it's just you're so much like your mum."

Rhys froze. His mum. Robin just spoke about his mum. "Am I?" Rhys questioned, sadly.

His mother Esme, was bright and young, he could remember some things about her but it became blurred as the years passed. They had died when he was ten after all.

"Yeah," Robin nodded quickly. "You are, you have the same music taste - although Marc Bolan was before even her time."

Rhys smiled, listening carefully. It was rare to hear Robin talk about her sister, they were best friends and it was too early for her to leave forever.

"I think you're mum liked your dad so much because his name was Marc," she laughed wetly, she shook her head. Rhys wasn't sure what had brought his auntie to talk about his mum, but it couldn't have been his music. "Bloody hell, I'm a mess. I'm sorry, honey."

"No, it's okay," Rhys said immediately, feeling tears prickle in his eyes. "I like listening to you talk about them. It's nice to hear about them from someone else." It was true, he had memories of them sure, but he didn't know them well, not like he wanted too

Robin patted his cheek, rubbing her thumb along his cheek bone affectionately. "Well, I actually came in here to talk to you about something."

Rhys sat up straighter, "What about?"

"You," She said simply.

Rhys furrowed his brows, not entirely sure what Robin was talking about.

However, she picked up on his confusion and continued. "You've been going out more and that's great, really great. But, you don't talk to us much anymore, we don't know what's going on in that brain of yours."