My Angel Has Good Music Taste

Chapter One: Some treehouse and a phone case

Chapter One: Some treehouse and a phone case

~My Angel Has Good Music Taste~

A/N: Click play to listen to the song for this chapter :D

The days after that, I couldn't set Robin out of my head. Everything reminded me of her. When my younger sister had bought a pair of converses, I thought about Robin waving me to the toilet, laughing at me, smiling at me. And also about Robin looking at the dark sky, staring at me with pink cheeks, not looking at me anymore at all.

My friends thought I went crazy. I didn't flirt anymore. When one of them introduced me to a girl, I was friendly to her, but I didn't try to hit on her. I was more quiet than ever before.

Three days after I had met Robin, I get a text message from my best friend Enzo. It says We need to talk. That doesn't sound too well, does it? I mean, he's a guy, I'm a guy.. we are not supposed to talk about things. That's not what guys do. Guys go out for a drink together, watch football and slap each other's shoulders. They don't talk about things. Also, 'we need to talk' sounds like someone is breaking up with you. I type a message. We don't.

That's a shame, because I'm already at your place.

Groaning, I throw my phone on my bed. I go look out of the large window in my room, seeing Enzo' car pulling up in front of my house. He steps out of his car, his gaze focussed on his feet. Enzo is incredibly clumsy. He would trip over everything, even his own feet. I flinch, thinking about how Robin tripped over her feet stepping back. Okay, maybe I did need to talk. But needing to isn't the same as wanting to.

"Elliot." I see her eyes, and she's saying my name. "Elliot." Her voice is louder now. "Hey Elliot! Are you okay man?" I realise it isn't Robin I hear. Enzo is standing in front of me, looking worried. I nod. "Yeah, of course. Why would I not be?"

He frowns. "You're crying." I turn away from him, cursing and rubbing my cheeks. I'm such a loser. "You didn't see that, okay?" I say, turning back to him. He sees his chance and crosses his arms. "I did, unless you tell me why I saw what I saw." He can't hide the worries in his eyes, and I hate it. I hate to look weak, to look unsure. And Enzo is a good friend, but he'll definitely tell everyone he saw me crying if I don't tell him what he wants to know. I sigh, defeated. He takes that as a yes and hops on my bed. "So.." he says, "is this about a girl?" when I just look at him, he looks surprised. "I've never seen you so.." he hesitates, "I don't know. Broken? For a girl before. You usually just.." I interrupt him. "I know." I sit next to him, with hanging shoulders. "But she's different." I hear him scoff. "Yeah, sure. She's different? God, that's so cheesy. Please, do tell more about this oh so different one."

"You make it sound like I have another girl every day." Enzo shrugs. "You have had many. But I don't care. You're a cool guy Elliot. I don't know why you have so many girls, because they don't make you happy." He's right. I have had lots of girlfriends, but only because that's what everyone expects of me. After a while, I didn't care anymore and it was kind of fun to see how every girl wanted me. But now.. I don't know. I sigh again and burry my head in my hands.

Enzo whistles on a low tone. "She really is huh? Different, I mean." I shrug. "I do think so, Enzo." There's a long silence. "Tell me about her, god!"

I chuckle. "Well, her name's Robin." "That's a cool name." I glare at him. "Enzo, if you don't shut up, I'll not tell you, okay?" he locks his lips together and throws away the key. I know, it's childish, but that's the way he is. Satisfied with this gesture, I go on.

"After we met in the park a few days ago," he nods, saying he remembers it, "I was going home on foot. It started raining really hard, so I went into the first store I saw. It was a coffee shop. Hell, I don't even drink coffee. but it was cozy and warm inside, so I stayed."