Robin and I are walking, my hand in hers and hers in mine. Where we might go to, I have no idea. My house seems logical, sure, but what if Robin's dad found out the hospital number and told them? Plus, he would most likely call persistently. Thunder rumbled ahead and I know we have to make a decision soon.
"Rob, where are we going?"
"I don't know," she answers honestly. "How about Steve's?"
"Sure," I say. When the word leaves my mouth, the sky opens and rain pours onto both of us.
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I raise my hand to knock on Steve's door and make a satisfyingly loud noise. Within a matter of seconds, the door opens and we are greeted with Steve's face.
"What are you guys doing here?" he asks and we just stare at him, sodden, our make-up halfway down our faces. "You know what, never mind. Come in."
Robin and I walk into his apartment gratefully, observing the quite spacious place. It is quite empty at the moment, but that's understandable as he's just moved in.
"So, what's happened?" he asks after he's closed the secure door.
"My dad... he kicked me out and now I have nowhere to go. Y/n explained what might happen if we go to hers, so we have nowhere to go," she says, her voice sounding unfamiliar. She sounds scared.
"Oh, god. You guys can stay here," Steve says and I am instantly filled with relief.
"Thank you," I say. Words cannot describe how grateful I am that Steve exists right now.
"Do you guys want some fresh clothes? You must be freezing," he states.
"That'd be great, thank you," Robin takes over the conversation. Steve nods and exits the warm living room into what I assume must be his bedroom. We wait a couple of seconds before Steve comes back in with two pairs of clothes. I take an oversized hoodie and tracksuit bottoms while Robin takes a long-sleeved polo shirt and blue jeans.
"You can change and sleep in the guest room," he says. "But if I catch any funny business, you'll be separated."
"Ok, Dad," I say, giggling. "I'm kidding, thank you."
"Where is the guest room?" Robin asks.
"Down the hall, second door to the right," Steve directs.
"Thank you," Robin and I say as we follow his instructions.
Once there, we open the door to the vast room. A queen sized bed takes hold in the centre of the room, drapes either side of the bed.
"I always wanted one of these," I squeal as I flop onto the soft quilt.
"You're soaking the bed!" Robin points out.
"Why do you care?" I ask.
"A number of reasons. 1, we have to sleep in it. 2, it's not our bed. And 3, it's too nice."
"Fine," I get off the bed, groaning as I do.
Soon enough, we both decide to get changed. I asked Robin to look away while I got changed. She laughed at me but turned her back at me. I guess I'm just not that far into the relationship yet for my body to be seen so freely.
After we've both gotten changed, which only took about five minutes, we head back into the living room.
"Do you guys want anything to eat?" Steve asks when we walk in. I glance at my watch. The time is ten past seven in the evening. The day has gone by so quickly.
"What do you have?" Robin asks Steve as she follows him into the kitchen. I decide I'm hungry too so I follow them both.
"I have," Steve pauses as he opens the fridge, "not much to be honest. Bacon, chicken slices, eggs, ketchup..."
"You keep ketchup in your fridge?" I ask.
"Yeah..."
"You're an abomination," I joke.
"Ok, aren't you the one who insists that eggs go nowhere near the chicken because, and I quote, 'it might be their mother'?" Steve counters, making Robin laugh.
"That's different," I argue.
"Yes, mine is far worse," he says sarcastically.
This makes me sigh, Steve is really stubborn and won't let anyone win an argument. I don't want to argue anyway so I let Steve have his moment and make a mental note to separate his eggs and chicken when he's asleep.
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Dingus | Robin Buckley x Reader
Fanfiction"You're such a dingus," Robin's sweet tone tells me. "I'm your dingus," I say smugly, wrapping her in my arms.
