❥︎ Robby Keene One-Shots ❥︎

Robby Keene Whump One-Shots

''I swear,'' Johnny bleated before snatching up the remote off the end table sitting beside him. He took upon the task of pausing his movie grouchily. In all honesty, he'd only been half paying attention to it. Seeing as it'd been some shitty soap opera he'd found and only settled on because nothing worthwhile was on.  A newfound silence wafted through his small apartment and for a moment he thought the late-night visitor had either left or given up their attempts at knocking. Sighing Johnny paused waiting to see if his suspicions were true only to sag against the couch once more when he heard nothing. 

His relief however was rather short-lived as another knock followed nearly a second later. Great. An insufferable groan tore its way from his parted lips.

 ''Who the hell is it?'' Johnny's voice thundered as he lifted himself from the heap he'd been on the sofa. The remote slipped from its place on his thigh as he stalked towards the front door. Only to be assaulted by yet another series of knocks. ''Hold on!''

He was getting real sick of that cooky old-timer.

It was reasonable for him to be upset in Johnny's opinion because honestly what right did his landlord have showing up here at twelve? There had to be rules, and laws against that but better yet who would ever think it was an acceptable time to pester someone about money up at the ungodly hour of midnight? 

Much less money that he didn't have.

'' — Look you old Geezer I've already told you I don't have your goddamned money yet so why don't you... '' Johnny began heatedly the moment he'd thrown open his front door. 

Only to ultimately be stopped the moment a familiar voice cut in.

'' — Shove it right up your ass? Yeah, I'm sure he will. Although sadly I'm not here for your money.''

Immediately Johnny's head jerked upwards in astonishment. For the first time, Johnny sparred a look in the others direction. And oh, that hadn't been his landlord knocking that was-

''...Robby?''

-His son.

His son that was currently standing Infront of him sporting a rather impressive collection of bruises. A halfhearted grin remained firmly intact, nonetheless. The chestnut brown-haired teen shifted nervously Johnny watched in puzzlement as his son continued fidgeting. Shifting weight from side to side. Johnny knew without question that Robby Keene 'didn't do' nervous. The kid had never known what the word nervous even meant. So..what was going on? 

''I mean then again, it's not like I'd pass up free money. So, if you're offering..''

''What,'' Johnny stopped. An endless series of questions invaded his mind. Where'd the bruises come from, had Robby been in another fight, had his son walked here- alone at this hour? Did the teenager even realize how much he missed the kid?  No, of course not. He was the absentee father, the parent that the child inevitably grew to despise. Johnny eventually freed himself of the reverie of thoughts at hand trying to choose a single question amongst the many. His throat felt gravelly. Voice falling short. He swallowed harshly and tried once more. ''What're you doing here?''

Shit. 

Gradually Robby's grin plummeted until it was nothing more. Instead screwing up into something akin to a grimace. Johnny mentally berated himself looking at the expression. His son however was oblivious to his thoughts as the boy chuckled icily. 

''Wow, what a warm welcome. I can practically feel the love shining through. It's nice to see you too old man.'' Robby murmured sarcastically. 

''It isn't like that, it's not,'' He insisted. At the youngers unimpressed look, Johnny furthered his statement attempting to explain himself. Truly It wasn't that he didn't want Robby here nor was his love for the boy even questionable. ''It's just that it's midnight kid and I can't exactly say that I was expecting you to show up unannounced.''