"Can we?" (A Robbie Kay Story.)

Chapter 5.

Diana's pov.

"Nice place you have." He smiles as I had showed him around the house. "Thank you." We sit down in the living room. "I'm sorry for earlier. Back at therapy.." He looks at his hands, "It's alright, you really don't have to apologize for that." He looks up at me, "I'm just scared you will leave eventually." I shake my head, "I won't, I promise. Hey, I know how you feel. But I will not leave you. I know we have only known each other for a short period, but  I already care about you a lot." I look into his eyes, making sure he's listening. "I can't thank you enough for that." He says, voice raspy. "You are always welcome here, understand?" He nods, biting his lip softly. "Hey, we still have some time to kill before we start making dinner. What about I make us some tea and we can just have a lazy afternoon?" He smiles, "Yea, sounds like an idea."

I go to the kitchen and make us some tea. "Here you go." I smile and hand him a cup. "Thank you!" I sit back down. "Hey, Diana? Can I ask you something?.." I nod, "Yes, ofcourse." He looks at his cup, "It's kinda personal, so if you don't wanna answer it, it's alright.. But you mentioned in the first therapy session that you didn't mind that your father is dead.. I mean, you probably have your reasons, and even though me and my father didn't have a perfect relationship, I still miss him some times.. I w-was just wondering why you didn't really care.." His voice is soft, I can see in his eyes that he's scared of my reaction, he should not fear me, ever. "It's not something I love to talk about. But I trust you, Robbie. The reason why I don't care is because he was a bad person. He only cared about his beer. He treated my mother like shit, he never did anything for us, really. And when my mother was out, working, he would beat the shit out of me." I swallow, biting my lift softly. "He would go on and on about how I was a bad person, and how I didn't deserve to live. H-he once did worse, but my mother came home just in time. He was such an asshole. It was a man full of hate, Robbie. I know it's hard to think of someone like this, but that man deserved to die. All the things he has ever done to my mother and me, I really hope he rots in hell." Robbie carefully wipes my tears away, I hadn't even noticed they were streaming down my cheeks.

Robbie puts my cup down too and pulls me into a hug. "I'm sorry.." He whispers into my ear. "Don't be sorry for something you can't help, Robbie.." I manage to say. I hug him tight, not wanting to ever let go. "You will be okay, I will make sure of that myself.." I take a deep breath, those were exactly the words I needed to hear. "Your dad.. He wasn't much better, was he?" I wipe my eyes, resting my head on his shoulder. He shakes his head lightly, "He was much like yours.. But he didn't drink as much. He has done terrible things, I don't think I could ever forgive him. But he was the only one I had, so I kinda did love him, you know?.." I nod, "I understand.." He has also tears streaming down his cheeks, now my turn to wipe them away. "Look at us, we are such a mess." He smiles lightly, "We really are, aren't we?" I let out a small giggle, "You know, I haven't cried in ages, this actually felt good. I know it's weird, but I guess I needed this." He let's me rest my head on his shoulder again, "I'm glad that we met." He says, "I actually feel kinda happy when you are around.." He adds, I smile, that's exactly how I feel too.. "I thought it was weird, but now that I hear you say it, it doesn't sound as weird as I thought." His arm is wrapped around me, holding me tight, I haven't felt so good in such a long time. "Feeling better now? It was never my intention to make you cry." He says after a while, "It's alright. Like I said, I probably needed it. I feel much better now. What about you?" I turn to look at him, his eyes sparkling. "I feel lots better." I smile, "Good. Hey, i've got an idea. You know how girls in movies always have those sleep overs? Watching movies with ice cream, crying, laughing, just talk about eveything and nothing? What about we have one of those? It could be fun, and I think we can both use some of that." He smiles bright, "I never actually had a sleep over before, but i'm in." I bite my lip. "It's not only for girls, believe me. Boys just think they are gay when they have a sleep over. Which I think is bullshit, but aye, we will make the best of it." He nods, "I do have to get some stuff from home if we are gonna do this." I look at the time, "We can do it before dinner." He gets up, "Alright. Let's do this then." I smile and follow his actions.

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When we arrive back at my house, we should probably start cooking soon. "Should we do dinner first?" He nods, "Good idea. What did you have in mind?" We walk into the kitchen, "Lasanga. I hope you like lasanga?" He raises his eyebrows, "I don't like lasanga, I love it." I smile, "Great!" I put the lasanga in the oven, and we sit down by the table. "How did you came up with this though? The sleep over, I mean." I shrug, "I guess I always have wanted to do something like this. Just never had anyone to do it with." He smiles lightly, "Well, I feel honored to be your guest." I giggle, "It will be fun."

Okay guys! So this is messy and fluffy and I really hope you will like it because it's kinda different then I had expected it to be, so please vote if you like, and comment what you think! I will try to update soon, and make that chapter extra long!

Much love, Xxx.

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