Of Kings and Queens

Part II/2/Attachment/

•February, 8th•

"One smiley face, or two? Does two seem like I'm being desperate? God, what if she thinks I'm being creepy by replying too fast?" Robin worried her lip between her teeth. She was in her bed with the blankets tucked around her, a cosy and costly comforter tucked under her arms. She realised how juvenile she sounded but couldn't help it; the throws of teenage angst had consumed her common sense.

"Use one. Two is a bit weird," Perry said with confidence. "But what do I know? I've been dating the same girl since the first week of school. What can I say; We were like magnets."  With his head resting on her shoulder comfortably and his shoulder propping his head, he commented freely on her texting abilities- Or lack thereof.

"Buzz off, Perry. I'm being serious." Robin shrugged him off her. "You're being annoying."

"And here I thought you were the one asking for my help, earlier. See, when you came banging on my door- In the middle of my homework, I might add-"  His teasing was interrupted by a knock on her bedroom door. He got up to answer it.

Robin looked around Perry's frame only to see a troubled face in her doorway.

"I'm sorry, is Robin in here..?" His voice was confused, but she could hear the tremors in his voice nonetheless. Robin climbed out for her fort of warmth and retrieved the door from Perry. But Perry stubbornly stood beside her, as if somehow Oliver was going to mug her the second he left her side.

"Do you have notes from Irish class? I was absent from class earlier today." He spoke cordially to her. Like nothing ever happened. She wished she could forget it that quickly, but something in her rain kept a tight grasp on it. Something about him was unsettling, and she couldn't let it go, yet.

"Yeah, sure. One second, they're around here somewhere." She stepped quickly around the small corner, over the cold wooden flooring in her bare feet and rummaged through the piles of organised chaos in her writing desk.

"You can read her writing?" Perry said conversationally to Oliver.

"I can read it perfectly." Oliver obviously didn't get it. He glanced at Robin searching through her notes, and  fingered the etching in her door nervously. With nothing to say between the pair of awkward teenage boys, Oliver's ears picked up the quiet mumbling sound Robin was making as she got to the bottom of the pile of white copy books.

"Oscar Wilde." Oliver stated appreciatively.

"Yeah how'd you-" Robin's voice called.

"Oh, Finally, from so little sleeping and so much reading, his brain dried up and he went completely out of his mind." Perry commented in amusement. A little smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth.

"Perry, nobody gets your stupid 17th century literary quotes." Robin called out from around the corner.

"Okay here. 5 minutes minimum are obligatory for the assignment due on the 22nd, not the test on the 21st. Don't get them mixed up-" She said passed him the notes with a small smile. Robin turned to her brother, who was still looking at Oliver with a spark of mischievousness in his eyes.

"I'll see you later?" She said sternly and looked him in the eye, and he understood.

"See ya' later." He kissed her on the crown of the head and walked out of the room and down the hall to his own room. She still held the small book in her hand. Oliver was about to turn and leave too when she laid a hand on his sleeve cuff.

His head snapped to hers. "What-"

"-Here." She placed it on top of her stack of notes in his arms. He searched her eyes for something. She don't know what. "I enjoyed it, it was really interesting. Especially the direct translations of food items." She laughed at the thought of a 'Cheddar sausage.'

His smiles was tight, but it was there. Along with the darkness surrounding his brilliant eyes. "Thanks. I'll bring your notes back on Monday. Promise."