Red Means I Love You || Rinney

Rule 3: Never Trust The Love Interest

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"Are you okay? Do you have candy?" Robin asked. Finney knew why Robin asked that. Every time he got anxious or went through a panic attack, Robin would get him candy or buy him candy. Finn slowly nodded, pointing at the fridge. Robin stood up and got three pieces of candy. He gave all of them to Finney. 

Once Finney finished eating, the older boy asked, "Do you wanna talk about it?" Does he wanna talk about it? Fuck no. He literally has a panic attack over the thought of his best friend being a serial killer. Finney shook his hand, "Okay. I'll get water," Robin said, walking back to the kitchen.

How could Finney ever think Robin could be a murderer? 

Yet again, his instincts were usually right. 

But Robin would never, his Robin would never. He knows that. 

Wait. 

The time on the news grabbed Finney's attention. The time of death caught on CCTV. 

11:25 pm. 

Moose's death. 

Thats exactly 20 minutes after they got home. 

11:30 pm. 

Buzz's and Matty's death. 

Robin. 

Death. 

Robin.

"Can you stay over tonight, Robin?" Finney asked. 'What the fuck was I thinking?' he thought to himself, "Sure, mi vida, I'll tell ma so she won't worry," Robin answered, while the other boy nodded. If there's a possibility that Robin is the killer, Finney has to be the one to figure it out.

And tonight is that night. 

"Okay," Finney smiled. 

This is going to be one hell of a night for Finney if his instincts are right. 

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It was around 7:30 pm. They all decided to buy take out and watch a movie. Gwen and Robin decided to watch a scary movie, though Finney hates the shit out of it, but he was out numbered. 

Robin suggested 'The Texas Chainsaw Massacre' even though he's watched it for at least 8 times now, however, Gwen hasn't, so they settled on it. 

"Fuck both of you," Finney muttered, putting on the movie, "Sorry, bro, that's incest," Gwen replied sarcastically, "I would, if you let me," Robin joked, or not, but Finney's face turned slightly pink, then rolled his eyes to the two responses. 

After about 20 minutes in, Finney was already clinging onto Robin's arm, Gwen on Finney's. "Come on, it's not even that scary," Robin whispered softly to Finney, "Easy for you to say," Finney rolled his eyes. Robin quietly laughed shortly. 

Later on, around 9:15 pm, they were watching another movie, another horror one. "Fuck this, I'm done," Gwen exclaimed, putting down the pillow she was hugging tightly. She marched to her room, slamming the door shut as she enters. 

"Here I thought you'd be the first to back down," Robin joked, "Fuck you," Finney said fondly, lightly punching Robin on the shoulders. The taller boy only smiled at Finney. 

After they finished watching the movie, Finney went to his room, while Robin went to the bathroom. Within 15 minutes, Robin wasn't in Finney's room. 

Then he heard it. 

Finney heard the door that leads outside opened. Finney gave it a few seconds, then went out of his room to check. Robin's shoes were gone, but his phone was there. So, Robin was coming back, Finney knew that.