Red Means I Love You || Rinney

Rule 6: Don't Be A Bitch

━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━

"Fucking hell..." Gwen muttered to herself as she read an article about her father's death. It's not like she was upset, no, not at all. It just all seemed...so coincidental. At this point, Gwen knew it was a pattern. She knew it was Finney and Robin. She knew Finney wouldn't kill their father, unless it was for her. She knew a Finney, a bit too well. 

Even if she would tell the police about their murdering spree, there was no proof. It's not like she was going to out them. No, she knows it's wrong, Gwen knows it, but it was either Finney or their town and she would always choose Finney. 

It would always be Finney. 

Gwen sighed. She would confront Finney about this, soon. Maybe the next time Robin comes over.

And maybe that 'comes over' was a bit too soon. 

Robin and Finney went out a while ago to hang out alone and then they come back at the apartment to hang out with Gwen. "Hey guys!" Gwen said with a small smile as Finney and Robin made their way back. "Hey Gwenny," Robin answered, "I told you, don't call me that," she snarled. She hated that nickname. One, their father called her that. Two, she just found it fucking annoying. Robin only smirked at her. Gwen rolled her eyes. 

As the two boys settled down at the couch, Gwen settled down in between the boys. "Ok, so, this might sound insane, but I need to ask you two a question," she said, "Okay," Robin replied, Finney nodded as his response.

Gwen took a deep breath, which really worried Finney. "What is it, Gwen?" Finney asked as his worries took over him. Has something happened to Gwen? Is the question he can't help but wonder. 

"Somehow, some way, are you two associated with the killings? To be more specific the murderers?" Gwen asked, wincing a bit as she asked. However, Finney and Robin's stunned faces were the only answers she needed. She sighed. She knew it was them, she knows both of them too well, it was enough for her to have the knowledge of how protective they were of each other and of Gwen. 

"I won't tell the police," she stated. Finney's face went into a shocked look with his forehead wrinkling, Robin, on the other hand, sighed in relief. "Really?" Finney finally asked, "Yes, really. You're my brother, Finn, you're all I have. I'm not losing you, even if it meant the world," Gwen answered, her eyes softening as she spoke and immediately cringing at her words, but she meant it. 

"Thank you, Gwen," Robin smiled, "It's wrong and you both owe me big time, but then again, killing Terrence would do...for now," Gwen replied. 

To say the least, there was an awful silence between all of them. "Do you guys wanna buy lunch? I'm fucking hungry," Gwen asked innocently, "You are so fucking random," Robin shook his head whilst smiling. "So...is that a yes? I'm really fucking hungry," Gwen stated, "It's a two for two, I'm fucking hungry, too," Finney said, "It's not like I have a choice," Robin sighed, "I'll pay for it, too," Robin offered. The brother and sister smiled. 

━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━

All three of them has agreed to go to a newly built mall to just hang out and let out the awkwardness that still lingered between the trio. 

They had fun, they really did, but Matt, the fraternal twin of Matty, just had to ruin it. "Hey faggies!" he called out. For God's sake, it was the 21st century, but somehow they couldn't take a break. 

"Fuck off, Matt," Gwen rolled his eyes, "What do you want?" Finney asked, "Oh, nothing, just to tell all of you how much of a disgusting faggots you three are," Matt snarled with a smirk, "I'm sure the tweedledee to your tweedledum would've said the same thing and would've been proud of you. Unfortunately for you, he's not here," Finney muttered quietly just for himself to hear, but he said it a little louder than he thought.