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

Chapter 39: well here we are

Sleep was a refresh button for Nancy. Just this time once she had pressed it it had washed away a little too much and She finds herself unable to recall what exactly happened last night. She remembers the ice cream,-- and then the vodka. She remembers a knock, and eyes staring into hers. Blue eyes,— blue eyes and freckles, and a expression, one impossible to read.

She sits up, groans, and falls back down, the thumping onto her pillow being way too loud to compete with the drumming in her head.

The urge to stay in bed and was almost to strong to fight,— she could, it would be all too easy to yank the covers over her and cower underneath the warmth,
She might actually do it. it's looking like a viable option. But she's reminded, of something Robin said, "we need to talk" .

Ought to get up.

She's quite a sight, She recognises when she finally makes it up and to the mirror.

Residue of last night were still showing, she hadn't bothered to rid of them and still looked like a wreck. Her hair was tangled and matted, frazzled by sleep, her ratty clothes, too large to be anything close to flattering, and god, she needed to take that makeup off. Smudged and faded it clearly wasn't doing what it was aplied to do.

She stumbles into the shower.
The water was frigid--intentionally so--but If that's going to aid her headache she was willing to try anything. She washed her hair and scrubbed her face, the spray rinsing everything off in suds.

She got ready— like usual, only this day was anything but. 

Because she's— because she's in love with—

She shakes her head, simultaneously shaking the thoughts out as well.

Her normal routine was her strange way to put her mind at rest, she was worrying about so much, so much she was unable to control, and it allowed her to put her mind to focus on something else, something very ordinary.

The predicament was, what was she exactly supposed to do? Call Robin and risk seeming to eager? Wait for her to come here but potentially wait all day or more? Or, -- the scariest of them all, march over to her house, and demand Robin tells her what it is that they most desperately needed to talk about.
That is what she wants to do yes, but is that not querulous? On the other hand is it wrong to assume Robin should have be the one making a move?

Frustrated she groans, "Right", puts her head in her hands, "enough of that" .

It would be torture to wait, agony to even think of it. Why not just get out, get out and about and if she so happens to bump into Robin there, well, they might share a much needed conversation.

Not quite sure where she was headed she sprung into the car, she has to try.

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Robin had overslept, it wasn't uncommon, in fact it was expected at this point, she awoke, her hair was frazzled, eyes foggy but mind surprisingly clear.

I should check on Nancy.

That's just one of those things. Just one of those things that happens when you care about someone the way Robin did about Nancy, you find yourself waking up with their name in your mouth.
But it is one thing to care for someone, it is something entirely different to be in love with them.

The first thing she does is call. She's almost positive that Nancy would be home, after all, she's hungover and confused, and, what good would it do her to be walking around like that?

Well she doesn't pick up, that's worrying.

Maybe I should go over.

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She's driving. She doesn't quite know where.
You know what? She should drive by Robin's house, just to get a glimpse. It would be the right thing to do, after all what if she is looking for her?

The streets seemed loud and the sunlight was piercing, the beams bleached her eyes, chasing the ache in her head.
Everything was just a bit too loud, or a bit too much.

She drives by the house. It kind of stuck out on that street, it was small and feeble in contrast to the other extensive ones, but all sorts of plants and flowers sprung up courting the front yard.

Robin had told her about that one, she had planted them herself after noticing the drab lawn before. She had never grown a plant in her life but,-- of course--she was determined. The next day Robin picked the up the latest, growing golden gardens edition from the store and read through it in a day, resulting in predominantly dead saplings for a while but thankfully she got the hang of it.

She smiles, what would she do without the memories to comfort her?  Probably just wallow in her
sadness— well, she sorta did that anyway but still.

It's her third time driving around the block just to get a glimpse of the charming little house, it's pathetic, she knows. She debates going in, debates walking right up to the door just to throw herself head of heels into Robin, — that would, in her imagination, most definitely catch her, but that would be crossing so many lines, so many rules and so many promises made to herself. She's gazing at the house, far to much mind you, in contrary to her eyes being on the road, but she's glad she is because it's just in time to watch a freckled someone leave that perfect house and practically start running down the block. Ok she wasn't running per-say, more like briskly walking, but nonetheless she looked hurried.

It would be rude of her to leave her walking. So very rude of her to just watch. Robin obviously wants to be somewhere fast so, what better thing to do that offer a ride?

She rolled the window down and called. " Robin!" Maybe a little too eager.

Robin Looks up. She's flushed, but she looks...pleased?

"Nancy! What are you doing here?"

There's a question unprepared for.

"Oh, uh... just, you know, passing through"
Not her best work.
"But" She clears her throat, "you looked like you needed a ride"

That wasn't subtle at all. Obviously, all that alcohol had finally gotten to her brain and it was effecting her intelligence. It didn't help that basically every noise she made or heard, collided in her head in a tortuous headache.

"oh, yes, that would actually be great"

"We'll get in then, where were you headed?"

"Well actually—, I needed to talk to you."