we might've been meant to be (boy x boy) (being edited/revised)

Sicknesses.

ROBIN ︽⊙＿⊙︽

It's the day before Halloween and I haven't seen Kristen at school or at his apartment.

When he woke up on that day he nearly scared me.

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"Don't tell anyone, Robin." He shook me so hard my teeth chattered. He had a death grip on my shoulders, and a anger face to go with it.

I was only worried he'd snap again.

"Don't tell anyone." He warned before he left out the window, sending me one last glare. I was too shocked to do anything, he's never like this with me.

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I feel sorta hurt though. It hit me while I was in math that he wouldn't except my help. Its like he doesn't trust or believe me.

I have faith in him, still - because I'm one of those overly determined, people.

He's gonna stop avoiding me!

Yeah ,I'm overreacting, its only been a few hours but I'm periodically that stereotypical sensitive gay guy with the thick black 50s glasses and not to mention , its wrong.

I thought we had a connection- which was forced but....

I'm going over there ! This is it!

Someone needs to watch over him,make sure he eats and keeps it down ,to keep him out of trouble , like I was hired to do.

...Maybe I wasn't hired ,just semi kindly asked~ it just sounds more professional the other way. I jog downstairs. I meet the blond security guard again, I pass her without signing in, despite her protest. I jog upstairs ,zigzag style cause I'm cool like that.

When I knocked on Kristens door his father answered, he smiles brightly immediately.

"Heya, Robin Reeding."

"Hi, Mr. Gates." I waved, oddly enough, I mean I was directly in front of the guy! I guess I'm nervous. Why is what I don't know.

"You wanna come in? " He raised his black eyebrows.

I realized I'd been standing there ,looking around, I stepped beyond the threshold into a brand new apartment.

Now it's olive green and yellow.

"They work quickly." I muttered.

"Yeah, THAT happens a lot." Mr. Gates says." You came for Kristen? "

I nod, looking at an old picture of Kristen, he hasn't always been skinny and tiny obviously, in the picture he was at least 12 and had actual weight. He wasn't bulky or overweight, just not unearthly thin like he is now.

"He's in his room. " A somber look crossed his face." I think there's something wrong with him, Robin. He's been locked up in his room listening to Prince albums , you know the guy with high heels and purple with the eyes and hair? Its scary."

"Aww." I boldly, accidentally hug Mr. Gates." Kristens not all that scary."

" Well sometimes he is. But I was referring to the Prince guy. I'm really relieved he stopped listening to them today. "

"Oh." I drop my arms and step back." So would you like me to talk to him? "

"That would be nice. Hey, Robin, he's not like this because you're not with him, is he? "

"We were never together."

"I know. But that's not why he's sad is it? "

"I -it, it shouldn't be."

"Why aren't you two together? "

"I am caught off guard..." I say stiffly.

"I'm sorry." He says exasperated.

"Ima go." I turn on my heel swiftly. I literally trip into Kristens room, I was too busy looking back at his dad looking at me.

Kristen was laying in his bed staring up at his ceiling he actually looked a little sick , his room was clean on one side and messy on the other and his bed was pushed in the middle.

"Um, hello, Kristen." I grumbled slowly.

"Hi, Robin." His voice was gruff and harsh. He sat up and looked at me. He'd acquired dark bags under his eyes ,had chapped lips and was sweating with his ceiling fan on.

"So how's your radio? "

"What do you mean? "

"I just heard you were listening to it a lot."

He shrugs.

"What's wrong? "I kneel next to him.

"Mmnnmm? "

"You look like your dying." I touched his hand and fucking freezing!

"That's not something you say."

"Dude you are so sick."

"How- how am I sick ?" He coughs out a lung.

"You gonna need that one day."

"Shut up."

He looked green in the face ,his cheeks puffed up and suddenly up chucked slime.

"Ooooooohhhh kay. That's awfully disgusting. And smelly. Ew." I cover it with my shirt.

"You need to eat so you can take medicine and feel better."

"That's a dumb suggestion, Robin. Why would you do that? " He sniffles and tries his best to glare with semi- swollen eyes.

"Cause I'm smart. Can you swallow pills? "

" I don't take medicine."

"Okay, I'll get the soft gels."

"Robin! "Kristen almost yells and ended up coughing again." Robin, come back."

"I need a hazmat suit first."

"Why? "

"Does it look like I want to be like you? "

"What's that supposed to mean? "

"Heaven's not ready for me."

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This chapter is dedicated to bobbiblue11.

A n d here is a poem I wrote about her:

She is cool.

She is nice.

She is not like that thing from spliced.

:) The end! !!! *jazz hands*

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~~keep calm and fuck shit up.