Stick around (RINNEY)

21

Finney felt himself begin to wake up as the cold morning air seeped through the open bedroom window, making him shiver. He stretched out his arms to find the warmth of Robin's body but instead was met with nothing. He opens his eyes in confusion, seeing an empty bed. Where the hell was he?

He pushed the thick covers off himself and sat up, sliding back up and leaning against the headboard.

He looked outside the window and smiled, the sight quickly taking his attention away from finding Robin. He takes a brief moment for himself to enjoy the peacefulness of early morning. The only evident noise being the choir of small birds singing their sweet and gentle ballad into the atmosphere. No annoying kids pushing or teasing or messing around. Just plain beautiful nature.

A new sound quickly fills his ear drums. The sound of muffled chatter and laughter. He then reminds himself of the actual reason why he was getting up.

Finney flipped his legs over to the edge of the bed so his feet were hovering just above the floor before lazily standing up and making his way down the stairs.

Once he makes it downstairs, he freezes, standing there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

Robins uncle sat on the sofa, a yellow mug filled with black coffee in his hand, the TV blasting loudly. He had company with him, too. A tall woman Finney had never seen before. She had brown silky hair, which was practically pin straight except from her bangs and her ends, which curled outwards. Her eyelashes were exaggerated with mascara, almost looking like spider legs. She sat by his side, her head resting against his shoulder. Had she been there last night, and Finney just didn't realise?

Robin stood, facing the other way, cooking something up at the kitchen stove. Finney couldn't tell what it actually was, but he knew it smelt amazing.

Finney's muscles tighten as the floor boards beneath him creak loudly under his weight, betraying him and announcing his presence to the rest of the house.

Robins uncle turns his head and smiles towards Finney pleasantly. "Oh, Robin, parece que la Bella Durmiente finalmente está despierta."

"Huh?" Robin spins his body around, his eyes immediately setting upon the boy across the room. "Oh. Good morning." Finney nervously steps over the threshold, walking over to be closer to Robin. All eyes were on him, making him feel like some prey that had entered a den filled with hungry lions.

"You-uh." Finn looks down to his feet. "You left me by myself." He muttered quietly. Robin cupped his face with one of his hands, moving Finney's head up so their eyes could meet.

"I left because it looked like you needed some rest." Robin explained reassuringly, his free hand coming up to rub Finns back softly.

"Ok." Finney smiles weakly. Robins thumb rubs gently against Finney's cheek, his eyes scanning over Finney's face as if he was trying to memorise every single detail of it. Finn feels his heart flutter, and his face burns at the random desplay of affection. He's so deep in infactuation that he seems to almost forget about the other two sets of eyes staring at them.

"How'd you sleep, Finney?" Robins uncle speaks, interrupting their small moment. Robins hand drops down to his side, and Finney looks over, red-faced.

"Oh-um-good." He stuttered out awkwardly, embarrassed they had to see that.

"I'm honestly surprised you got any. Not with the way Robin snores." He joked, earning a scoff from Robin and a giggle from Finn.

"I do not snore." He denied, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back against the kitchen counter. "And I don't know why you're laughing," Robin turns to Finney. "Not with the way you were moaning my name in your sleep." He teases. Finney gasps, using the back of his hand to slap Robins arm.