I'm Sure You've Heard It All Before

does this count as a date?

"Dude, get out!" Franco yelled at Amber. I've never seen him so annoyed.

"Well give me my fucking charger and then I'll leave you and goth boy alone," Amber seethed. I was taken aback by her comment. But I'm sorry, It was so hard not to laugh. I tried stifling my laugh but both Amber and Franco turned to look at me.

"Christ, okay," Franco unplugged the charger next to his bed and gave it to Amber, "Now leave, please."

She took one last look at me and said "Nice meeting you, goth boy." Sarcasm dripping from every word.

"Nice meeting you too." I said to her. And Amber turned around and left.

Franco groaned and threw himself back on his bed. "Ugh, dude I'm sorry about Amber."

I threw myself on the bed with him, hands under clasped on my chest. "Ha, it's fine. I like her. Never considered myself goth but I guess the full-on black outfit said otherwise."

"Well, if you are goth, you're the worst kind."

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, Robin. You're like the definition of a cinnamon roll."

It's funny because Aleeah has told me this before. But she never explained why. I like to think of myself as a nice person and sure I like baking desserts for Aleeah whenever she's feeling down oh and of course I like writing my feelings in a notebook...wait-maybe I am a cinnamon roll? Still, I want to hear Franco's reason for calling be this.

"How so?"

"Sure you might be a bit...prickly sometimes but like, there's some softness underneath it. I know it in my heart. You know, this one?"

Franco took my hand and placed it right on top of his heart. I couldn't look at him because I know if I did, I'd stop breathing. He moved his hand away from his heart and readjusted himself so his hand were clasped right in front of his chest.

"I know what a heart is, Franco." I said laughing.

"Shut up!"

Franco and I decided to spend the rest of our hangout doing some writing in his bedroom. He had handed me a blank white notebook that he hadn't written in yet and said that I could keep it afterwards. I loved it. For about an hour, we both decided to write about our favorite TV show and explain what it means to us. We both read our entries out loud to each other once we were done and I think I might have fallen a tiny bit in love with Franco when he wrote about how much The Simpsons meant to him. The moment he started talking about the joys of what each character brings to the show as well as his family's equal obsession with the show and how much it brought them together. I literally could hear Franco talking about Milhouse (his favorite character because of course) for days on end.

I decided to write about Stranger Things because even though I love the show, it's not my favorite. That's the thing, I don't have a favorite show. It's like asking me to pick my favorite book. I have way too many favorites to pick an ultimate favorite.

Franco loves Stranger Things too and apparently Amber was the one who finally convinced him to watch it, not the millions of people online who constantly talk about it. He said that he'll forever be in debt to Amber for forcing him to watch Stranger Things.

I realize that after an hour of talking (after our writing session) Franco seems close with Amber. He told me that I caught them in a bad moment today because Amber was stressing about an online test this morning and his guess for her being grouchy was that she didn't do too well.

"I promise, she can be cool. Sometimes." Franco told me. We were now laying on the couches in the "living room" area of his room.

"Hey, hold on wait where does Amber get the blonde hair and good eyesight from?" I asked him. I was munching on some carrots and hummus that Franco just brought up.

"Oh, well Amber is adopted."

Oh. Oh.

"That makes so much more sense. But wow, adopted? That's cool. Where and when did you adopt her?"

Franco munches on a carrot before answering. "She was only two. My parents adopted her from Australia."

"Australia. That's awesome."

"Sure," he said.

I checked my watch and saw that it was 7 PM. I should probably head home soon. I got up and started putting my shoes back on.

"Aw, you're leaving already?" Franco pouted. It was cute.

"Yes, I'm so sorry I have a Bio quiz to cram for."

"Well let me walk you out," Franco said, standing up.

"I'd love that." I said smiling. He smiled back. Have I mentioned that Franco is cute?

We both walked to the door and I saw Amber on the couch with a charcoal face mask and watching Queer Eye on her phone. Aleeah would love this girl. I said bye to Amber and without looking up she waved at me.

I said bye to Franco and started to walk out but he grabbed my arm before I could walk any further. "Hey, wait," he told me

"What's up?" I said.

Franco started to rub my arm up and down and told me "Today was fun."

"Yeah it was." I said to him, biggest smile on my face.

"Can I take you on a date? Like an actual one and not just a hangout where we flirt with each other?"

I've never been asked out on a date. Oh my god. My first date with a guy. With Franco of all people, I mean, holy shit.

"Dude, yes. I mean, duh of course." We both broke out into tiny giggles.

"Well, good. I'll text you later." Franco said to me touching my hand softly.

"Okay." I started to walk away but then I turned and said "Franco, wait!"

"Yeah?"

"I-um. Just-" and then I kissed him on his cheek.

"You really know how to make a guy blush, Robin."

And he grabbed my arm and kissed me on my cheek.

"Goodnight, Robin." And he closed the front door.

I tried walking but my legs were jelly and I was just dizzy with joy.