Smash!

•T W E N T Y N I N E•

Jamie's POV

"She looks dead." I gaze down at an unconscious Robin. She is messily spread out over my couch, asleep on her stomach, with limbs hanging off the edge at odd angles. Her brown waves hang over her face, her back barely falling and rising with each breath.

"She's not. She's just sleeping." Riley insists, his gaze soft, and filled with amusement. Shoulder to shoulder, we stand between Riley's makeshift bed on the floor, and the messy sofa, watching over her. Riley chugs a cup of black coffee, while I sip on a mug of herbal tea.

"It's four in the afternoon." I state, glancing at my worn watch.

"We should let her sleep." Riley insists, trying to hide his small grin by taking a sip of his coffee.

"She isn't Sleeping Beauty." I point out, going to rouse her.

"I know Robin isn't a Disney princess." Riley catches my out stretched hand. "Don't wake her up, she's monstrously grouchy when she wakes up. I've seen her unintentionally punch several people who've woke her up."

"Alright," I try to keep my face straight, "then it is in everyone's best interest that we let her sleep." Avoiding a punch, I allow Riley to slowly guide my hand away, the small feeling of his fingers pressed against my skin sending a jolt down my spine. Our hands awkwardly fall back down to our sides. It's a bit surreal how two people, who live together, shared a bed, seen each other naked, can have the complete opposite all of a sudden. We're not really talking much. It's difficult to meet each other's gaze. We're purposely staying out of each other's personal proximity, the distance making me realize how much we always touched. Every time I'm in bed, it feels too big for just one now.

We went from intimate to nothing.

"If she does sleep all day, should we take her to the hospital?" I ask Riley, my voice heavy with concern. I worked a full shift, and when I came home, Robin hadn't moved at all, let alone woken up. Sleeping for an entire twenty four hours isn't healthy...

"Mhm." Just as I finished my sentence, Robin yawns loudly. Arching her back, she stretches out, blinking much like a goldfish in a bowl.

"Too fucking bright." She growls, getting up and harshly snapping the curtains shut. Just as I open my mouth to offer her a late lunch- a breakfast to her- Riley firmly plants his hand over my mouth, his rough palms smushing my lips. Whispering under his breath to be quiet, his other hand loops around me, his hot cup coffee under my elbow, pulling me into his side to keep me still. Still half asleep, Robin storms past us, reminding me of a bear growling past scared campers trying not to be mauled in the woods.

"I wouldn't say anything yet." Riley quietly warns. I have a feeling if we were in a cartoon, he'd nervously tug on his collar, and swallow a lump the size of a rubber ball. Following the slams of wooden cabinets, Riley and I cautiously edge towards the kitchen. Without brushing her teeth, Robin messily pours every kind of sugary cereal into a bowl, substituting milk with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

"Gross." With a grimace, I mumble under my breath.

"Innovating." Riley snorts with a grin. Riley and I exchange a look, silently debating through our glances. Finishing her bowl with a slurp, Robin abandons her dirty bowl in the sink, and instead of washing it, lights a cigarette from her bra.

I've had enough.

"There's no smoking in my house." I firmly state, prying the window over the sink open. Blowing out ringlets of white smoke, Robin flicks the cigarette out the window, then gives me the middle finger with a sweet smile. Up close she is undeniably pretty. Even with day old smudged makeup.