Dingus | Robin Buckley x Reader

Chapter Three|Boyfriend and girlfriend

I rub my nose in Robin's baby-blue cashmere coat, she forgot it last night. It smells of her rose and jasmine perfume. I don't want to give it back but I guess I have to. I'm waiting for both Robin and Steve to arrive at Family Video, I came earlier than usual.

The door opens and my head shoots up. Robin and Steve walk in, in the middle of a discussion. What about, I have no idea but they seem to be enjoying it.

"No, you dingus. Ewoks are not teddy bears," Robin says.

I realise they're talking about Star Wars. My nerd of a girlfriend is right.

"So why do they look like teddy bears?" Steve counters obnoxiously.

"I'm not answering that question," she pauses. "Ok, let's do a vote. All in favour of Ewoks being teddy bears, raise your hand."

Steve raises his hand.

"And all in favour of Ewoks not being teddy bears, raise your hand."

Me and Robin raise our hands.

"It's official," I say, "you," I point at Steve, "are a dingus." This remark earns a giggle from Robin and I feel proud that I made her laugh for once.

"Anyway, now that you guys are finally here, can you please rearrange the comedy section; we've had complaints," I explain.

"Fine, but only if you get more tapes," Steve says.

"Ugh, fine," I say and head into the backroom. I rummage through the messy shelves and find another box to stock. I groan. Scooping ice cream was so much more fun. I have to stand on a ladder to get the box down, after all, I'm not that tall. Exhaling a long breath, I look around for a ladder or a step. My eyes rest on Keith sitting in a worn armchair, eating something as usual.

"Keith," I call, "can you get this box down for me, please?"

He stands up, discards his food, and walks up to me. He stretches his long body and gets the box.

"Thanks," I say.

"Are you free tonight, y/n?" he asks, a bit of hope in his voice. I pause, unsure of what to say before he continues. "I mean, you can't be busy every night."

"No, I guess not. But, the thing is Keith," I look at him, his face so full of hope. I don't have the heart to tell him I'm just not interested. "I'm in a happy relationship." Not a lie.

"With who?" he asks, a bit provocatively.

I don't know what to do so I look through the open doorway to Robin and Steve taking down tapes from the comedy section.

"You're dating Steve Harrington?" he asks, annoyed. I wince. So far off.

I clap my hands together and I start to ravel a web of lies, "Yes, we are... dating. Courting, whatever you wanna say. We are boyfriend and girlfriend." I lie unconvincingly.

"I don't believe you," he says. I don't blame him; I'm a rubbish liar.

I scoff and walk out of the room, up to Steve. I grab his hand, interlacing our fingers, and face Keith, still in the backroom. "See," I say, "boyfriend and girlfriend." I point my finger at Steve, then me, then Steve again. Steve looks at me in a tone that says, what are you doing? and Robin looks at us, amused.

"Alright," Keith shrugs and walks back to his chair, sitting down. I let go of Steve's hand and sigh heavily.

"What the hell was that about?" Steve hisses at me.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I wanted to get Keith to get off my back," I answer.

"What exactly did you tell him?" Robin asks.

"That I was in a relationship and he thought it was Steve. So... I didn't deny it," I say anxiously.

"But you did confirm it! Except, you can't confirm it because it's a lie," Steve finishes.

"Yes," I confirm.

"Oh my god, y/n," Robin says.

"It will get him off my case!" I defend.

"That's true," she says.

"You're defending her?" Steve asks, bewildered.

"A), she's my girlfriend and, B), I wouldn't want Keith slobbering all over me. I can understand why she did it," Robin defends me and I smile at her.

"Thanks, babe," I say to her.

"You two are crazy," Steve states, running his hands through his hair.

Me and Robin shrug at this comment, we don't really care that we were called crazy. After all, it is kinda true.

"So," I turn to Robin, "you really don't mind that I'm going to pretend Steve's my boyfriend?"

She takes a deep breath. "No. Because I know that you won't leave me and that Steve won't steal you away from me. And if he does," she pauses and glares at Steve, "I'd murder him."

"Fair enough," I say, out of breath from her honesty. I didn't think she'd be okay with it but I was wrong, I guess.