I felt like death. I woke up with a raging headache, and a sore throat, AND my body felt sore. What happened to, "I'll be here even in your rough times," huh mom? IT IS A ROUGH TIME.
I didn't exactly know where I was. Maybe I was kidnapped, maybe I was dead, I don't know, but I actually don't care. Maybe I was grabbed by a certain grabber with grubby fat little homosexual hands, I don't know.
I'm sorry I had to.
But when I looked up, I saw robin. A sleeping Robin, underneath me, with NO SHIRT ON?!?!?! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED LAST NIGHT.
And then I got an idea.
No.
No.
No.
Did I have fucking sex with robin?
No. Hah, no. It's a misunderstanding. Definitely. It was just a coincidence that he had no shirt on and-
Oh. Oh.
I had, only. Boxers on. Hahaha, you know what, we're probably dreaming, okay Finney?" I mumbled as I pulled the blankets up. " So let's just go back to sleep and when we wake up this'll all be ov-"
"Morning, sweet cheeks." I heard Robin grumble, sitting up and yawning.
I froze in horror. Fuck.
"By the way, could you get off of me?" He muttered, raising an eyebrow. My eyes widened, as I swiftly moved off of his lap area.
This was so fucking awkward.
ROBINS POV —————— //////
I woke up at 8:30. Finney was still sleeping on my chest, snoring softly. My first reaction was, "oh, that's kinda cute tbh..." and immediately after, my reaction was; "ew, what a faggot!"
I decided to leave him though, I didn't exactly know why. It was probably just because he got all high and shit last night, I know what it feels like.
Yea. That's it
About 45 minutes later, finney woke up. I quickly shut my eyes, not wanting him to know I'd left him there by purpose. I heard a sudden gasp, and shuffling. I couldn't help but hold back a smile.
It was funny hearing him freak out, especially since I didn't have a shirt on-
SHIT I DIDN'T HAVE A SHIRT ON. FUCK I NEVER PUT ONE ON FINNEY. Oh shit, I'm dead.
I decided to cut loose, forgetting the plan from earlier.
"Morning, sweet cheeks." He paused instantly, probably dying inside. Yay.
"By the way, could you get off of me?" I prompted, innerly smiling. A deep heat rose on his face, as he moved off of me without a second thought. In all honesty I missed the warmth, but that didn't mean I missed his warmth....no way. Duh.
I thought about last night. How finney asked if I was single, and the crawling thing. I couldn't help but feel a knot in my stomach as I thought about what he said to me. But why? I had Angela.
(Angela is robins gf.)
This is what she looks like.
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Hot af, ik🥰
Angela was a nice girl, pretty, almost perfect. But the one thing that she does, makes me hate her. I didn't want to think about that right now though.
"What happened last night?" Finney asked, perking me out of my thoughts. I glanced over, shrugging.
"Well, you got a glass shard in your shoulder, you went to the hospital, we snuck you out, we went to a movie, you got fucking beat up again for some ass reason, I brought you home, you got drunk, I decided to stay over, I gave you weed, you got fucked up, you were trippin' bro, and you were acting gay as fuck, and I had to change you.
Finney stared at me, his mouth on the floor. "So, not that much!" I continued, smirking. He looked utterly shocked, bringing me to my happiness.
Finney sighed, plopping down again. "Give me a joint, will you?" He asked, but basically said, as he rubbed his forehead.
I raised my eyebrows, grinning dopely. "Wow, some words I'd never imagine to come out of your mouth." I said, pulling a lighter and a little jar out from my pocket. I pulled some out, rolling it up a sealing the strip with my tongue.
Finney watched me the whole time, a nervous look on his face. A handed it to him, pressing the lighter to the end and covering it with my hand to block the smoke. He grabbed it rapidly, looking at it crazily.
Why was he so scared, he did it just last night?
He finally took it to his mouth, breathing in gently. He looked relaxed already, his eyes drooping in a certain way. He took another huff, smiling deeply.
I sealed one for myself, lighting it with the lighter. I stuck it in my mouth, breathing in. "Ah, that's the shit." I mumbled, pulling my hood over my face and relaxing. Let's just hope his sister doesn't smell all the weed.
I heard finney chuckle, as he started, "Hey robin, I gotta questionnn~"
