Robin x Nancy // maybe we aren't that different

Chapter 28: what now

"fuck it. we can take her to mine."

out of all the things Robin thought she would be doing, this is certainly not what it was, driving her newly ex-girlfriend back to Steve's house, alone.
Steve was trailing after the car that held the two and all Robin could do was hope that Nancy didn't wake up, not yet, not when she was alone with her, no, she wasn't ready for another conversation.

she couldn't help but sneak a couple longing glances in the sleeping girls direction, her eyes so tenderly closed, her hair swooping in perfect curls so that they ever so lightly brushed her face, her lips slightly chapped and tinted pink. she wished more than anything to wake her up with a light kiss like she had done in the past, but no, nancy's the one who kissed someone else, the damage done was her fault. she shouldn't want that.

praying all the way they finally arrived, Robin was the first to exit the car. she stood next to Steve, both contemplating their options. In hindsight basically kidnapping Nancy was not their best possible course of action ever, but when weighing up their choices at the time this seemed the top.

the two stood in silence watching attentively the girl as she slept. after some time Robin decided enough was enough, "should we move her?"  she said her voice no more than a whisper. "im not sure."  steve muttered back the undetermined answer.  eventually they agreed on moving her into the house onto the black leather couch in the living room. with robin holding her head and Steve carrying her limp body the two hauled her into the house, freezing each time she moved slightly or started breathing faster.

they laid her on the couch, steve pulling a blanket over her, thats when Robin cracked.
"i-i cant do this." she croaked out after staring far too long at the sleeping girl. " do what?" Steve says, "i cant just sit here and wait for her to wake up, i- i don't want to be here when she does" steve only looked at her in dismay as she replies, "its not fair. i get to be angry at her. she's the one who kissed someone else. she's the one who put me through all this pain, im not sticking around to talk to her, hell—what would i even say??!" she trailed off, " i just,—don't know if i can face her yet."

she could barely feel her legs as she walked out of the room, without turning around she said "just... call me, when she wakes up."

her eyelids fluttering and her fingers twitching, Nancy slowly made her way into consciousness. opening her eyes, she blinked to focus them, where the fuck am I? she thinks, unaware to her familiar yet, surprising surroundings.

oh fuck.

the moment it clicks steve comes striding into the room, peanut butter toast on a tray in his hands, causing the whole room to smell of it.

he placed the tray down on the coffee table in front of her upon realising  she was awake. "good morning" he says surprisingly blunt. "steve? what am i doing here?" she replied.

he talked her through the story of how the two of them found Nancy passed out in her car on the side of the road, spoke about how concerned they were, how confused they were.

he was interrupted by Nancy, reminding him of the very detail he didn't even mean to leave out, "we?" she spoke, eyes shinning with a sense of already knowing who it was, who helped her, who was worried about her, but more importantly, who saw her in that state.

"Robin."

great.

now bothered with the knowledge that Robin had seen her passed out in her vehicle, but also blessed with the knowledge that she cared enough to do something about it, Nancy's mind was far from peaceful.

fucking great. the restlessness had seemed to not only infiltrate her mind but her physical being too, she now stood finally, in her own room, pacing from side to side of the sickeningly sweet pink wallpaper.

maybe if she hadn't parked there, maybe if she hadn't resorted to a guilty high, maybe if she had stopped Johnathan from telling her, maybe if she had never kissed him.

sitting on her bed feels wrong. she frowned.
it only worked as a constant reminder of her freckled, blue eyed company. Of how Robin had made herself at home all those times at Nancy's, laying down on the sheets of Nancy's bed that were now stained with the memories of her.
Robin had a way of always looking exactly like she belonged.

Nancy, sitting down on the same stained bed sheets, closes her eyes, remembering that day--how Robin had grinned, reached over, and yanked at Nancy, so hard she had toppled over, stumbling onto the once neatly made bed. She gives her head a shake to clear it.

with nothing better to do her mind slipped to reviewing todays events in her head, the cigarette, the car, the sleeping, the waking. especially the waking. steve walking into the room, steve telling her the details— or the most important detail, Robin. her presence, her absence.
she cant quite help pressing in the matter, why didn't she stay? wait for her to wake up? was she torn? seeing Nancy like that? why did she help?
she is all too aware of the thought that, Robin just simply didn't care. that she just saw someone she happened to know on the side of the road, and decided to help them, decided to give said person a lift, to somewhere safer.
nothing else.