hate|rinney|TBP

14

A/N: damn i updated this book?!😱😱

Finney wakes up the next day to music blasting in the bathroom. He sits up, ruffling his hair with his hand. Atleast Robin has good taste, listening to Frank Ocean.

Finney stands up, putting on some pj pants that were on the floor, along with a band shirt. He looks in his body length mirror, making sure he looks decent, before walking out.

As he passes by the bathroom he hears the shower running, makes sense. The music has changed too, Cuco now playing, making Finney smile.

Finney opens the cabinet with boxed food, picking out some cheerios. As Finney pours the milk into the bowl, he hears the shower stop, along with the music.

He shrugs, sitting up on the counter, and starting to eat after he grabs a spoon.

Finney nearly jumps out of his skin when the bathroom door finally opens, along with Robins bedroom door slamming shut behind him.

Finney frowns in confusion, what pissed him off already? He clicks his tongue, heading to the sink to wash his stuff.

As he finishes up, Robin walks into the kitchen, going straight for the fridge. Finney just stares, trying to figure out this dudes mood.

Robin closes the fridge door, raising an eyebrow when he notices Finney staring.

"What?" Robin asks, grabbing a glass, and pouring his juice in it.

"Uh, you okay? You seemed kind of mad when you came out of the bathroom. You know, slamming the door and shit." Finney rambles.

"Dude, i'm good. Just a dumb argument with my boyfriend." Robin admits, eyeing Finney as he tells him about the boyfriend part.

"Oh..boyfriend?" Finney says, cursing mentally when he realized he said that out loud.

"Yeah. Boyfriend." Robin confirms, smirking at Finney.

"Cool." Finney says, cringing at himself.

They stand in silence, Robin drinking his juice.

"Well, I got to head to class. See you, weirdo." Robin says, putting the glass in the sink, and grabbing his bag off the ground.

"Bye.." Finney reply's, staring down at the glass in the sink.

Robin looks at the boy, biting his lip to try to contain his smile. He knew telling Finney that would affect him somehow.

He clutches his bag tighter, before heading out the door, slamming it.

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may have mistakes, didn't proofread.