Textbook Suicide

Band together.

Robin walked back and forth. It was as if a lightning bulb appeared above his head when he stopped.

"What about Textbook...something. Like saying we are the definition of that." His ideas make me laugh sometimes. I hummed and rolled on to my back, looking at the blank wall of our dorm room upside down. I could only see the bottom half of Robins body with the way i was positioned. Robins legs were covered by his usual blue jeans and he had black socks on and his favorite belt. Reminded me of the day he went missing. Man, sometimes my thoughts really make me wanna...wait. That's it.

"Suicide?" I ask, looking up at Robins face. He looked silly upside down. Robin tilted his head to the side then looked up with his eyes.

"Textbook Suicide, holy shit, Finney! I think we have it!" Robin exclaimed. Just as I sat up, a knock on the door made me face it.

"I'll get it." Robin said, walking towards the door and turning the knob. I look out and its Bruce, Vance, Griffin, and Billy. We hang out a lot since we all share the whole trauma incident. Robin welcomed them in and told them immediately about the idea.

"And our genre would be...indie. Or rock. Wait, Finney what genre?" Vance smacked his forehead and i let out a small chuckle.

"Indie rock. I guess." I laugh. Robin rolls his eyes but starts to laugh as well.

"What are you gonna call yourselves?" Billy asked, sitting on the floor next to the couch.

"Textbook Suicide." Bruce tilts his head the same way Robin had a few moments before.

"Textbook...Suicide." Vance repeats, his voice laced with confusion.

"Yeah, Robin are you sure about that? I was messing around.." Robin almost looked offended when i said that and immediately cut me off.

"Nonsense Finn! You're a genius." Vance laughed when he said that last part. Unamused I look at Vance and flip him off.

"Well, does anyone wanna be apart of this?" Robin asked, turning his attention back to the group.

"Well...I can play piano," Bruce muttered "But I learned years ago I suck now."

"Bullshit!" Vance turned to Bruce.

"I've heard you play before, It's absolutely beautiful! Don't downplay your talent like that." Bruce went bright red and turned his face away from Vance before murmuring a quiet 'Thank you.' Billy turned to griffin and whispered something in his ear, most likely about Vance and/or Bruce. Griffin let out a small giggle and Billy erupted in laughter. Vance just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms before looking back at us.

"I can play the drums." Robins eyes widened.

"Wow Vance, you actually want to join?"

"No, but Bruce wants to and anything with Bruce is cool. Plus, I need something to do besides going to class right now," Vance crossed his arms. "I need a college project." He smiled.

"Dude you're so whipped, oh my God." Billy laughed. Vance looked down at him in anger and confusion.

"Isn't that for women...whatever. I'm not 'Whipped' asshat, I'm doing something for a friend."

"I never asked you to join though, I mean, not that I mind." Bruce teased. Vance went bright red and quiet. Billy giggled again before turning his attention back to the original question, finally.

"I can play guitar as well." 'As well' because everybody knows Robin plays too.

"Ah, okay! Well I could do lead and you could do bass!" Billy smiled and nodded.

"I can't play anything but I like writing. I bet I could come up with some indie rock lyrics." Griffin replied. Robin and I looked at each other and immediately agreed. If there is anyone you want writing lyrics for you, it's definitely Griffin Stagg. He is absolutely amazing with words.

"Alright, It's late. We should all get going." Bruce stated, taking Vances wrist and pulling him up and out the door. Billy and Griffin left as well.

"Well, wanna watch a movie?" Robin asked, grabbing the remote.

"Hmm. I get to pick." I smirked. Robins face fell.

"Damn. Fine." He threw me the remote. I caught it and switched on the TV.

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