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

Chapter 31: invisible string

There are three main motives to any choice, choices you make because they are good, Choices you make  because they are fun and, Choices you make on impulse.

Nancy has never listened to the impulse choice, Never. She wasn't that type of person, even throughout high school, when all the other kids where making bad choices for fun, or impulse she was always the type that thought things out. She planned, she booked, she predicted—-, but that wasn't the intention, none of this was supposed to happen,— not even Robin. This wasn't in her life planner, meeting her, befriending her, falling in love with her, so maybe she was destined for the impulse route, maybe that was what it was going to be like from now on. But, that all came to a halt when they broke up. You see, clearly she was not meant for that path. Stick to planning, she never got hurt when she planned for it.

So it surprised her, face hot with jealously, it surprised her when lips met hers, and the worse part of all of it being that she was the one who initiated it, she knew what she was doing, and she did it anyways.

Now look what she had done

"Robin"

Face scrunched up in her knees, ears ringing.
"W-what." Her voice cracks and she flinches, trying to look half as embarrassed as she feels.

She look so small sometimes, Nancy reflects.
Though Robin physically, was taller than her, right now, on the sidewalk, head buried into her lap, arms clutching her legs, she seemed so much smaller than her, so much more vulnerable. A habit, Nancy presumed, from her childhood.

"Hi"

Not the type of response she was expecting.

Not knowing what else to say Nancy sat down beside her, rubbing her arms lightly as the windchill got to her.

"Hi" Robin repeats, muffled as her head was still buried.

Taking a deep breath, swaying back and forth to try and sooth her anxiety, Nancy tilts her head, "what are we doing here Robin?" An exasperated sigh comes out with the question,

A pause before an answer. A meek voice peaking out from Robins faulty smooth exterior.
"I wish I knew."

It seemed like they sat there for hours, just watching the stars, basking in the silence.

"Can we just start over?" Nancy says after quite sometime.

Another pause. One longer than the previous.
Lifting her head, eyes still shut tight, " how do you suppose we do that" .

"We were always good as friends."

"We really were, weren't we?".

Uncertainty was one of Robin's most prominent traits, she's been this way since she was a kid, whether you wanted to call it,  indecisiveness, Overthinker or just general anxiety it all created the same outcome.

Robin found herself having a lot more free time that she had thought, though that is to be expected, when the person you where previously joined at the hip to, is now nowhere to be seen.

It all weighed on her, it was only two days after the party but she grew anxious.
When was a appropriate time to contact?
Where are we going now?

There was no reason she should be bored, she had a load of homework to do and plenty of ways to occupy her time, like— Steve! A great guy, funny, and always listens, see? She had plenty of freedom.

Relative freedom.
She supplements the lack of time with Nancy, at the video store, even when she isn't working. She'll sit there with Steve, either reading a book in the corner or chatting to her best friend.

Monetarily speaking, she is fine.

Mentally, she's having trouble.

"Why hello again"  Steve had said over and over, eyebrows furrowed in mock concern, " again Robin? This is the fourth time you've come in and your not even rostered for a shift today, what's wrong?"

Privately, Robin thought to herself about the situation she was in. It had been a downhill slope these last few weeks and she feared that saying so would result in a one way road to pity-ville, a place she had spent far too long in lately.

It's ok. If she didn't stop to think about it.
It would be ok. Busy herself, day after day.

If she didn't stop to think about the way Nancy had waited patiently for her reply, not rushing her like everyone in her life seemed to be doing nowadays.

If she didn't stop to think about that goddamn checkered black and white dress, framing her figure so well.

Worst of all, if she didn't stop to think about Nancy's lips on some other, a random guy. That's all he was. Her eyes not closed, but rather looking at her, both consuming the same lie: I'm with you.

So, finding no other conclusion, video store uninhabitable due to the overwhelming prodding of questions, she found herself at home, dwelling in her room.

But the reason she's been dreading her room approaches.

Should I make the first move?
What if she never calls?

She shakes it off as she's shaken off every similar thought for days since making a mess of herself at the party.

It had only been a number of days, not long enough to worry, not long enough to pry.

Her phone springs alive, playing the intolerable ringing over and over until she reaches over to pick it up.
Expecting no more her voice sets in a dry tone, "hello?"
"Robin?"

She grimaces, sitting up straighter. "Uh-yes?", she already knew who it was, she needn't be told but she knew it would come anyway,"it's Nancy."