hate|rinney|TBP

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A/N: sorry for not updating, i've been busy with school and my bp is kicking my ass rn. anyways, ima throw a cliche at yall cause why not🤷‍♀️

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Finney stands up, cradling his head when he feels the room start to spin. He takes a few seconds to compose himself, before grabbing some advil and quickly swallowing it down.

He slips on a navy blue hoodie, changing into grey sweats. As he walks to his door, he thinks, hoping his roommate isn't an asshole, someone he can actually tolerate.

He opens his door, smelling popcorn, making his stomach grumble. When was the last time he ate? Doesn't matter right now, well, maybe it does.

He runs his fingers through his mess of hair as he walks down the short hallway. He peeks around the corner, seeing the person laying on the couch, popcorn bowl in lap.

Finney looks at the TV, seeing some cheesy horror movie playing. Pursing his lips in a tight line, he steps out into the open living room, catching the attention of the person.

"Fuck, i'm never going to get rid of you am I?" Robin says, chuckling dryly. Finneys brain short circuits, frowning.

"Someone definitely did some witchcraft shit on me and cursed me." Finney says, leaning against the wall that the couch was against.

"What if I told you it was me?" Robin states, sitting up on the couch, leaning against the armrest.

"That would be weird because then you're kind of implying that you want to be stuck with me." Finney snarks back, smirking.

Robins small smile immediately falls, standing up. He looks down at the bowl, before slowly looking back up at Finney.

"Uh, there's some left in this...you want it?" Robin asks, looking anywhere but at Finney. Finneys eyes go wide for a split second, before smiling ever so slightly.

"Sure, thanks." Finney says, reaching for the bowl. Robin frowning when their fingers brush eachothers for a second.

They stand in awkward silence, before getting snapped out of it by a loud scream coming from the TV.

Finney clears his throat, "Well, see you tomorrow." He says, biting at his bottom lip. Robin just nods, a distant look in his eyes. Uneasiness? Confusion? maybe.

Finney gives a hesitant nod back, turning around and heading into his room. He slowly closes his door, sitting on his bed.

He picks up a piece of popcorn, putting it into his mouth. Humming in satisfaction at finally eating something. He cringes at the amount of butter in the popcorn and bowl though.

How could someone like that much butter? (me🙋‍♀️)

He finishes the small amount left in the bowl in no time, setting the empty bowl on his dresser. He licks his lips, heading to the bathroom.

Frowning when he realizes Robin is in there. He sighs, leaning against the wall infront of the bathroom door, waiting for the other boy.

A few minutes later Robin finally emerges, adjusting his sweatpants. "Oh sorry, was busy." Robin admits, smirking as he walks past Finney into the kitchen.

Finney rolls his eyes at Robins directness. He really didn't need to know that.

He locks the door shut behind him, a habit from home, and brushes his teeth.

After he cleans himself up for the night, he opens the door, finding the dorm completely quiet and dark. Robin must have gone to sleep already.

Finney hums, shutting his door behind him. Atleast he doesn't feel that sick anymore, but he still took the day off for tomorrow.

He falls asleep quickly that night, certain thoughts on his mind.

probably has mistakes, i didn't look over it.💀