Your POV:
I tried to enter Scoops Ahoy as quickly as possible, my converse squeaking against linoleum mall floor. I threw open the door running to the bathroom.
"Hi Robin! Bye Robin!." I say as I painfully try to catch my breath.
"So how's it going? I'm sure your day's been great considering the way you busted in here" Robin laughs from wherever she is in the shop.
"oh yea! I've been having such an amazing day! How has your day been!" Sarcasm was dripping from my voice.
"Mine has been pretty ok, I've been trying to ignore what happened yesterday." She laughed.
"i'll say.." I mumbled, the whole ordeal yesterday was so strange. I still couldn't wrap my head around why Steve had hid from that guy, Billy, like that.
I freshened up and threw on my uniform. As I was walking out brushing my skirt, I felt myself collide with another body.
Robin and I tumbled onto each other, me underneath Robin. I watched her face turn a light shade of pink as my own heated up.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't paying attention," I ramble as Robin quickly stands up.
"No no it's fine I wasn't either ha." Robin rubs the back of her head and slowly walks back to the counter as 3 new customers walk in.
"What the hell just happened?"
"Remind me to always keep my eyes forward." I mumble to myself,
"Good going clutz!" Steve snickered, I felt my face heat up again.
"Why don't you shut up you, you barf bag!" I shout
"what's your damage?" Steve asks in a mocking valley girl voice.
"Nothing nothing sorry." I say as I take a seat across from him.
"Speaking of sorry, I'm throwing a rad party at my house Friday wanna come?" He raises an eyebrow.
"How does that relate to, you know what never mind, sure! I'd love too, actually." I say, I haven't been out much recently. I've never had the most exciting social life. Sure I had friends but I was never invited to too many parties.
"Love too what?" Robin asks sauntering towards us.
"wanna to come to my party this Friday?" Steve asks again.
"Sure why not?" Robin leans back into her chair.
"Wait." I look down and adjust my mini skirt, "I don't have a ride."
"My car is in the shop." Steve made a very exaggerated frown at me.
"I can pick you up." Robin looks at me, I quickly avert my gaze to Steve as to avoid eye contact.
"You can't drive." Steve says accusingly.
"Umh actually, I have been practicing and I just recently got my license. So check mate Steve." She responds proudly.
"So that means you can come Y/N? Right?" Steve asks, eyes pleading like a puppy.
"Mhm" I smile back at him.
"Yeah, keep up Steven" Robin jokes.
"What time should we be there?" I question
"8:00 pm."
"Isn't that past your bedtime Stevie?" Robin giggles, Steve only sighs and rolls his eyes.
Robin and I went behind the counter and started our shift.
It was terrible. Well, maybe terrible is an overstatement. It was just so awkward, every time I looked at her she would look away, then I looked away and it kept going. The same thought running through my head over and over.
"Robin and I are going to a party... together."
Robin's POV:
I stared at my closet and groaned,
"Why haven't I noticed all my clothes suuuuckkk" Usually I wouldn't care but this time I'm picking Y/N up and I feel a strong urge to impress her.
"I really can't be falling for my probably straight coworker," I grumble to myself.
I take a closer look at my wardrobe and analyze
each piece of it. Finally a wearable outfit catches my eye.
I pull out my black dress pants, a white blouse, blazer, and my black high top converse.
"lookin good." I laugh to myself as I go to put on a bit of mascara, lipstick, and tidy up my hair.
From then on I find myself constantly checking the clock until it hits 7:45 I grab my keys and rush out the door.
"Why do I feel so nervous? Oh I don't know maybe because I'm taking my very, very pretty friend to a party!" I mumble to myself as I hop into my car.
I turn the radio on to whatever channel it was last on. 'Wake me up before you Go-Go' begins blaring through my car speakers.
"Guess I'll drive in silence," I sigh turning off the radio. Before I know it I have arrived.
"that always seems to happen when your nervous doesn't it?"
"I swear I've never been this shaky before," I whisper to myself as I knock on the door.
I look down at my feet as the door opens and I shoot my head up to meet Y/N's eyes. She's wearing a beautiful patterned dress and looks amazing, my face heats up and I immediately feel flustered.
We stare at each other in comfortable silence for a while before Y/N breaks it,
"what are we standing around for?" She smiles "let's go."
Your POV:
You've got to be shitting me, I have many dresses to choose from yet I hate all of them.
"What if i don't have to wear a dress?" I entertain the thought for a bit.
"Oh well, guess i'll just wear this ok looking flower dress." I mope.
"But what if Robin thinks it looks bad? What if she doesn't like the way I look? Wait, why do I care how Robin thinks of my outfit? Am I caring too much about how I will look?" So many thoughts are racing through my head until...
"BINGO! A perfect pattern on a nice soft green dress!" Hopefully this will impress Robin.
"But why do I have this longing to excite Robin? Why are my hands sweaty when I think of her?" I sigh.
I'll just put my earrings on, clean my crayons, put on some lipstick, and carry on.
"This is hell. why am I feeling so anxious." my hands feel so clammy and my face feels hot.
"Phew ok Y/N, just breathe there's nothing to be worried about." I reassure myself.
I went downstairs and stared at my door.
"Well, Robin should be here any minute now." My leg has started to bounce up and down nervously, before I knew it there was a knock on my door.
As I open the door I see Robin wearing a really nice white blouse, a blazer, and beautiful black pants. I tried to hide my flushed face but couldn't help it. We share a nice stare at each other.
"What are we standing around for?" I say "Let's go."
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A/N:
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! As we write this we are trying to evolve our writing skill and story telling ability so I hope your enjoying watching our growth! Leave any ideas or thoughts on this fic in the comments.
I also wanted to say Crayons were a type of shoe people wore in the 80's not the actual writing crayon :)
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Rockin' Robin| A Robin Buckley X Reader Fic
FanfictionI open the door and walk out. Nothing has changed. Robin is still in her chair, Steve is still scooping ice cream, and the earth is still turning. Im fine. But then Robin smiles at me, and the world crumbles all over again.
