Robin:
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I shout at Finney. He stays quiet, keeping his eyes on me. "You want to fuck around with me and then go running back to Donna?! You only talk to me when you feel like kissing a boy!" I shout.
He stays quiet, but reaches out and holds my hand in his. Butterflies explode into my stomach, but I ignore them. Finney pulls me towards him, wrapping me in an embrace. "I'm sorry, Robin," he sighs in my ear.
"But you're being dramatic," he adds, still holding onto me, despite me being slightly taller than him. "Finney, would you like for me to go kiss someone else, then come running back to you, and when you call me out for it I just call you dramatic?" I ask, a small scoff escaping my lips.
"No, but-," he starts. "I don't want to hear it," I say, "now let me go."
When he lets me go, I take the time to exit the door, I'll give him time to choose. Her or me?
OMG ITS BEEN LIKE TWENTY YEARS!!!! IM SORRYYYYYYY :(((
ANYWAYS HERE I AM :D
