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✂︎Chapter One✂︎

ROBIN STOOD AND WATCHED as Matt took a drag from his cigarette. "And what even is the point!" He scoffed, smoke puffing past his lips.

Robin kicked up some dust and looked at the little dent his kicking had made in the dry ground below the swing he sat on.

Matt gently moved back and forth, lost in thought. Robin looked back at his friend. "Maybe to avoid you doing the shit you're actively doing?" He suggested in a dry tone.

Matt glared at him. "Are you on my side or hers?" He demanded.

"The side that avoids you going to jail by the time you're twenty."

Robin gripped the chains of the swing and pushed back on the ground, slowly beginning to swing.

"You're a nightmare, you know," Matt stated simply, his voice sounding over the little whistles of wind filling Robin's ears as he began to swing higher.

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Robin hauled himself up, Matt grabbing his shirt, lifting himself past the window sill and onto Matt's messy bed that sat right next to the window.

"I'm going to burst a blood vessel doing that," Robin huffed, laying on his back with his legs dangling out the window.

"It's not that bad," Matt chuckled.

"Says the guy who's been the number one athlete for five years!"

Matt shushed him and smiled. Robin pulled the rest of his body into the room and lay on the bed, Matt plopping down next to him.

They lay together in silence, Robin listening to Matt's slow breathing.

Saying nothing, Robin rolled onto his belly and looked down at Matt. "Did you hear about that hospital that got shot up?" He asked his blond friend.

Matt furrowed his brows and tore his gaze away from the glowing stars on his ceiling to meet Robin's gaze. "What?"

Robin rested his face in his hand as he looked off to a dark corner of Matt's room. "Yeah, some shit went down and a bunch of people were killed. Patients and the doctors." He paused. "People online are saying it was the military or some shit that did it."

Matt laughed. "You are online way too fucking much, man," he sighed, patting Robin's face and sitting up. "It was probably some maniac who was pissed at the hospital for ripping him off. Hospital bills are no joke."

Robin just hummed softly and frowned. He looked at Matt in time to see him strip off his shirt, the street light outside casting an orange strip of light on the tan skin of his back.

Robin quickly looked away and sighed, rolling over to lie on his back once again. "I don't know, Matt," Robin continued. "Nearly fifty people were killed. A single person can't do all of that!"

Matt looked over his shoulder, his brows raised. "Can we get off the subject?"

Robin rubbed his forehead, having nothing else to say. His head was a jumbled mess of confusion and theories as to what the hell happened. He sat up and looked over at Matt, who now wore a black shirt with paint splotches and bleach marks. "Matt?" Robin said softly.

Matt looked over at his friend and sighed. The blond boy rubbed the back of his neck. "Listen, I don't know what's going on," he shrugged and dropped his hands to his side. "You know more about that stuff than me, and honestly? I don't think I want to know what's going on. Not if what I think you're hinting at is actually what you're hinting-"

"The end of the world."

"Robin!"

"I'm not going to sugarcoat what I believe is happening, Matt, you know that better than anyone."

Matt sighed. "I guess I was hoping you'd spare me just this once."

Robin shrugged.

"I don't like the idea of the world ending, Robin, you know that better than anyone. So, please, just go easy."

Robin shifted. "Yeah. Sorry, man."