Finney:
"Wanna watch a movie?" Robin asks me. We are over at his house, sitting on a couch. "Sure, what movie?" I ask. "Chainsaw massacre," he responds. "I hate horror movies," I whine. "Please?" He begs. "Fine," I sigh and tightly grip the rim of my shirt.
He turns on the movie and I begin to feel nervous. With the first death, I was already attached to Robin's side. "It's okay, it's not real," he chuckle and rubs my back.
I flinch at the next kill. I hide my face in Robin's shoulder. "If you keep being this cute and distracting, I'll have to rewatch it," he teases. I let him go and sit up straight. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the movie.
"I was joking, Finn," Robin whines and pull me on him. I nod and latch myself back on him. "You would be cute and distracting either way," He smiles as he kisses my cheek.
I hear a loud scream from behind me. I flinch and move closer to Robin, our chests touching. "Finn, you can't get any closer to me," he chuckles and softly rubs my back. "Sorry," I mumble. I relax in his grasp and loosely hang my arms around his neck. I hide my head in his neck.
"So clingy," Robin teases. "Sorry," I mutter, trying to move away from him. He tightens his grip on me. "I like it," he smiles and kisses me.
He turns the TV off. I feel the tension leave my body as the room goes silent.
