Finney:
"I can't believe we're trapped in here," I whine, hiding my head in Robins shoulder. He chuckles slightly and kisses my cheek. "At least we're together," he smiles. "Cheesy," I burst into laughter.
Robin pries me off of him. "No," I respond, clinging onto him again. "We're not going to get out by hugging Finn," he rolls his eyes. "Just for five minutes," I ask, looking up at him slightly. "No," he responds.
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Robin sits down. "I've tried everything," he whines, hugging his knees. "Here's one thing you didn't try: waiting it out," I sassily say. "Whatever," he mumbles.
I sit down next to him and slightly stroke his arm. His arm is bare, do it the tank top he's wearing.
I gently fiddle with the cloth around his collar bone. "If you wanted attention you could've said so, no need to seduce me into it," he quietly murmurs the last part.
I turn his chin towards me. I lean towards him, our lips inches apart before I turn away. "You tease," he whines and pushes my shoulder. "Sorry," I laugh.
I continue to stroke his arm with my fingers.
He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. He kisses me softly, pushing me to the floor. He pins my hands above my head. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," I smirk up at him. "You gave me permission sooooo," he says before pulling out his phone camera and snapping a photo.
He climbs off of me and sits down. I sit up and gently crawl over to his lap. I put my arms around my neck and pull him closer.
Our lips collide. We pull apart with a loud pop.
Suddenly, Bruce walks in.
True story:
I caught my brother and a dude from his school doing this (except they weren't actually trapped). And yet he claims he isn't gay?! How does that work?!
I've also never seen him hang out with a girl, or even kiss one. Witch is funny because he claims he has a girlfriend- he's either cheating, or she doesn't exist. I'm thinking the last one.
