Robin POV
Did I fuck up?
Yeah, duh. I just threw away the best thing that ever happened to me, no exaggeration. I should go talk to her. She hates me. She must. I'd hate me. I do hate me. Urgh, I can't think straight.
I can't believe I'm so stupid. We could make it, they're only here for a week. We're a strong couple. Aren't we....Weren't we.
This is all my fault.
I'm always the one who fucks up. Blake is so smart. So nice. So beautiful. I don't know what she sees in me. What could she like? I'm a mess.
My door is knocked on slightly more violently then needed, I stop pacing and walk over to the door.
"WHAT?" I shout at the unknown visitor ,
"Damn, what got your knickers in a twist?" Ricardo asks, with a taken back by my out burst,
"What do you what?" I sigh, banging my head on the door frame gently,
"Aww, what's up Robby?" Ricardo asks in a mocking tone, I glare at his smirking face.
I've always hated it when he calls me Robby and he knows it.
"Nothing, what do you want?" I ask frustrated that he's wasting my time,
"I was just checking to see if you were still at your girlfriends house." he smirks, I roll my eyes and go to slam the door but he stops it with his foot,
"What?" I whine, getting more and more tired of him,
"Trouble in paradise?" Ricardo smirks,
"Shut it, Ricky " I growl, dragging out the name he hates so much,
"Aww, what did Blakey baby do?" he asks, I glare at him as he smirks back,
"nosy bugger" I roll my eyes,
"But really, what happened?" he asks, faking worry for my love life, I can read through his bullshit pretty well but your average Joe wouldn't.
For whom it may concern, Mr Ricardo Picadura is a pathological liar and a good one too. Ever since we were children he would manage to convince my Father various thing, all which would end in getting me in deep shit. I used to blame myself for my Father hating me but now I think about it I can blame Ricky a substance amount too.
"Nothing. Nothing happened. Bye." I say, closing the door in his face, making sure to lock the door after. I plop down on my bed and sigh, closing my eyes.
Not a minute later the bed dips and I'm shoved off the side of my bed, I open my eyes and glare at Ricky, who is sat cross legged on my bed. He sends me a sly smile and holds up a mangled paper clip, right I forgot he could do that. He was actually the one who opened the pearl casket, for years we were trying to open it but it was impossible, well at least we thought it was. But then Ricky came along and saved the day, 'Why can't you be more like Ricardo', 'Ricardo isn't a disappointment', bla ba bla bla bla.
"You know you can always vent to me, after all I'm going back to Spain next month" Ricky says, mumbling a little at the end hoping I won't pick up on what he just said,
"Next month?" I ask, a deep glare carved onto face,
"Yeah...-" he scratches the back of his neck, "-About that...-" he says as he draws in a deep breath through his mouth, "- The next boat out doesn't leave till next month.." he reveals, I close my eyes and breath, something that is meant to make me feel less angry but it never works,
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With Robin (Sequel.)
Fanfic(Read 'With Robin' first!) After Blake somehow managed to save the valley everyone thought they'd be safe, but it becomes clearly obvious that isn't the case, not even a little bit. The De'noirs long time allies, the Picadura family, come for a surp...
