Only You- (Robin Arellano x you)

Chapter 19- Your so stubborn

Wednesday 14th October 1976

I held the paper in my hand looking for the number 18 on a door. My brown tote bag slung on my shoulder swinging beside me as I walked. I nervously began biting my bottom lip, I didnt understand why I was so nervous. Perhaps because it was a different place, or that I'd never met his family before. Or that we were going to be alone, sure we'd been alone before together, but not in the confined space of his room so close together.

I didnt know what it was. Everytime his name was mentioned my ears would prick up.When he walked past me my brain would buzz with excitement every little touch would send a jolt of electricity through my body, when he would say something I automatically wanted to giggle. Like who the fuck giggles at EVERYTHING someone says?

Soon I came across a blue door, it had the number 18 in silver nailed on the door, with a matching silver knocker just below it. I walked up the driveway to his house. Swallowing the rather large lump that had formed in my throat I rapped on the door twice.

I then heard yelling and the running of feet across floorboards, a crash and some more shouting. "¡AY ES TU AMIGA!" (ay, its your friend) It was a mans voice, not Robins, it sounded older somehow, it was muffled but loud enough for me to hear. That sounds familiar. A lot of yelling in my house thats for sure. I think its kind of like a latino and hispanic thing, we can't say anything in the house without shouting it."¡YA VOY, YA VOY!(I'm going, I'm going)

Some more thundering of footsteps and the door opened revealing Robin. He gave me a toothy grin and leant against the door slightly. He was wearing grey sweats and a baggy t-shirt, his hair was tied in a bun on top of his head, some rougue curls escaping around the edges. "You came" He said in a slightly ammused tone. I sigh loudly, "Well, you need help, serious help." I say looking him up and down with a small smile. "Fair enough" He says shrugging with a grin, "Come inside." He said with a motion of his hand. I entered through the doorway to the threshhold taking my shoes off as I did. He shut the door and then went slightly in front of me just enough so his hand could glide itself to the small of my back to guide me through the house.

We went into the living room where a man sat his leg crossed over the other reading a newspaper on the couch. He heard us enter and put down the paper, looked at me with a slight smile and turned back to Robin. "¿Quién es este entonces?"(Who's this then?) He asks, his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, he had the same hair as Robin, except it had sections of grey, he had it tied in a half up-half down style and it was longer than Robins.

"Tío ella es elena ella es mi tutora"Robin replied. "¿Solo una tutora?"(Just a tutor?) He chuckles slightly as he says it. "¿Estás seguro de ese sobrino?"(You sure about that nephew?) He says with a tilt of his head. I saw Rboins eyes cut daggers at him. "Yeah I'm sure, Elena this is my uncle Carlos, he lives with us for some reason, despite his ripe age of 60." Robin says in a mocking tone. "¡SESENTA! Bueno, ¿cuántos tienes doce?" (Sixty!well what are you twelve?) Robin rolls his eyes. I sensed the tension so smiled at carlos and put my hand out to shake his "Un placer conocerte Carlos, soy Elena." (Its nice to meet you Carlos, I'm Elena) I say as he shakes my hand. "¿Español entonces? ¿No fueron Isabella y Robin a tu quinceañera?"(Spanish then?Didn't Isabella and Robin go to your quinceanera?) I laugh "Yeah I'm spanish, and I haven't actual met Isabella yet, I'm pretty familiar with Robin though" I say with a smile. He looks at Robin with a wry smile.

"Mm, I'm sure you are-" "OKAY, El I think we should start studying" Robin says, one hand he put on my waist the other on my shoulder. I turn around to look at his uncle smiling at us slightly, then looking down back at his news paper.

A shiver ran up my spine at Robins touch, as he then gently then let go to take my hand leading me upstairs.

We came onto the landing and he led me to the end of the hallway. He opened the door and took me inside. The walls were covered in posters, bands movies, songs you name it, it was all there, his bed was by a window, the bed sheets were a dark blue colour and pile of pillows at one end. He had a desk that was covered in pencils and various started sketches on different peices of paper with a spinning chair next to it. There was his wardrobe which was also covered in posters, the door slightly ajar. A chest of draws next to it a record player sat on top, vinyls stacked up next to it. The most fasinating thing though had to be the drawings, they hung from the ceiling and  the wall in front of his desk was entirley covered with drawings, of objects, people and other things, but the thing is they were brilliant, they were so finely detailed even from a distance you could tell how good they were. There was a paper chain where string was attached to bits of paper with drawings on it hung from the ceiling. There was a bathroom that was attached to the room, the door closed so you could see the only empty space  in the whole room was the bathroom door. I guess he didn't know what to do with it.