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Brain dead.

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Finney sat in bed, trying to remember how his and robins relationships was before they got together. And he remembered a specific memory, one that would later be normalized as an every day act in their relationship.
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Finney pov
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I sat in class, talking to Kim Burter. It was obvious she had a crush on me, but I wasn't really interested, I just liked talking to her. "What are you doing over Thanksgiving break?" She asked, dazzling in the eyes. I thought for a second, I didn't really have anything I planned to do. "Well, I guess nothing." I finally spoke, rubbing my chin.

I heard the classroom door open, and of course everyone looked. It was robin. Almost immediately everyone started to look away, scared to stare. He walked up to the teachers desk and said something to him, and then he started to walk over to me. "Hi finney!" He exclaimed, grabbing me from my seat. He lead me to the door way, dragging my arm along. "Where are we going?" I asked, trying not to fall by all the pulling.

"It's a surprise!" He said, finally pulling me out of the room and closing the door behind us. "Wait how did you get him to let yo-"

I got interrupted by Robin hushing me and pulling me around the corner. I heard the clamp of boots walking around, and someone on a call. It was Mrs. Higgins! "What are we doing here?!" I whispered, bonking him on the head. "Having fun!" He whispered back, smirking. I hit him again, flushing on my cheeks.

He waited for her to enter a class, and took my hand and ran outside. The temperature dropped like, a million degrees once we got out . I shivered, remembering I didn't bring a jacket to school. Obviously Robin didn't either, he liked to call himself a "real man" and not wear a jacket when it's freezing, if you know what that means.

So, asking robin for one was out of the picture. I decided to deal with it, trying to think of something else. Robin dragged me to a luxurious car, almost making my eyes burn out of the sockets. "Robin, what're we doing by this fancy ass car?" I asked, confused. "We're stealing it!"

My eyes grew wide. "What?" I screamed, before Robin abruptly covered my mouth with his hand. "Shut up, or I'll give you a titty twister!" He whisper-yelled. I immediately shut up, still confused in the situation.

He tried opening the door, but it was locked. "Bummer." I said, sarcasm rolling off my tongue. "Now let's go back to class." I started walking the other way, when I heard the car door open. I flung back around, surprised. "What the heck, how did you get it open?" I questioned, walking over to him.

He smirked, pulling out his secret tool. "Bobby pin." I rolled my eyes, smiling. He unlocked the car door, and watched as I walked to the other side. I was about to open it, but he stopped me. "What the fuck are you doing, are you brain dead?" I looked up, startled. "Oh, sorry, are we not supposed to get in?"

He rolled his yes, now pissed. "What happened to him?" I thought, kind of annoyed. He got over to me, and opened the door, moving me out of the way. "After you." He said, now smirking. Realization seeped through me, finally understanding. He was mad because he wanted to open the door for me?

He got in on the other side, starting the engine and turning on the heat. We drove off, laughing. "Your such a baby, Robin." I said, giggling lightly.

I got snapped out of my memory, to Robin, pushing me off the bed. "Robin, what was that for?!" I asked, pissed. "We're going somewhere!" He said, pulling me out to the car. I knew damn well not to open the door, so I stood and waiting for him.

He grinned and opened it for me, saying the words, "After you."