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Robin was over at my house,it was about 1AMpm ish my mom was working a double and my dad was barely home, they also had no idea I was inviting Robin over, because if my parents knew I had a boy over they would absolutely freak, especially my dad since every time I would bring up a boy he would seem like i was a slut
We were both sitting on the couch watching a movie.It was one of Robins favorite movies so he was really into it. He sat criss-crossed leaned forward and rested against his palms,
We both were sipping on some Mike's hard lemonade, I was on my second one Robin just finished his second one onto his third one
we sat comfortably in our pajamas- his eyes glued to the tv, the same thumb nail he always chose to chew on being caught between his teeth. only when he ever felt nervous or so caught into something would he nibble gently against the nail.
"Robinnn." i mumble, pulling away his hand; those milky brown eyes still never managing to pull away from the screen. it had been already almost an hour since he last spoke, alot of people don't know this I don't even know that Finney does, a friend that he thinks of as a brother, doesn't even know but he actually loved his romantic movies so any talking was forbidden by him- like missing the good parts or even the parts when they cry together.
i shift in my spot, pulling blanket up to my chin, "Robin i'm bored." "Bay the movies almost over just wa-
just as the boy in the movie had begun running for the girl, the entire house had gone quiet, everything that was once up and running had shut down even the room and fallen a pitch black.
"no! what?" Robin exclaimed, jumping up from the couch; the pats of his socks could be heard across the floor as he ran towards the kitchen, flicking a switch for any kind of light,
"Robin it's no use. we need candles." i groan, standing from my spot and slowly making my way towards him. the only light we could use was from outside- every due to the fog and rain.
"here," i giggle, passing him a candle as he flicked at the lighter, the orange and red flame soon turning our area a yellow hue. i watched as he quickly made his way around the house, lighting every little candle his mother had given him over the holidays. i couldn't help but laugh at his frantic movements; the way his hair bounced as he made it from candle to candle- his fake hyperventilating after every time the lighter would spark. soon enough, the entire living room was as yellow as the sun.
