•strictly platonic• boy x boy •

•eleven•

Emerson Scott

"Robyn, why the hell is your alarm Good as Hell?"

Robyn groaned. "Because insomnia sucks and if there's one thing that's gonna wake me up from the rare, precious sleep I get, it better be a banger song. I'll be sleep deprived, but at least I go to school feeling like the baddest bitch."

Lizzo continued to belt flawlessly in the background while I struggled to even open my crusty eyes. "Please, turn it off. I can't reach and you literally trapped me with your limbs."

He scoffed. "Clearly you don't appreciate Lizzo. Be glad I didn't set Never Gonna Give You Up as my alarm."

"Be glad I don't have my arms free to smack you." I rubbed my temples with my hand. "Just get off of me. Let's eat breakfast."

"Find, but I'm cooking this time."

"Sure."

He turned off his alarm and disentangled his appendages from my aching ones, routinely cracking every single possible joint. Yep, still as concerning as ever. I rolled my neck and got up. Robyn stuck an accusatory finger at me. "You know, when I was promised cuddles, I thought waking up would be as romantic and sweet as tv shows make it out to be, but you're literally a bulldozer in your sleep."

"Romantic? Last time I checked, I wasn't your boyfriend. So you'll have to put up with me for the rest of your life, Bestie," I said, blowing an aggressive kiss in his direction.

Robyn grumbled something under his breath that I couldn't quite catch. "What did you say?"

"Nothing," he muttered.

"Sure. What're you thinking of cooking?"

"Just some fried eggs and bacon on toast. Don't feel like doing anything extreme," he yawned, scratching his stomach.

"Extreme for you would be boiling your eggs correctly." I grabbed my school outfit from the wardrobe, consisting of some maroon corduroy pants and a white graphic tee. "I'm gonna hop in the shower. Don't burn the house down."

"Can't promise that. But wouldn't it be funny if there was a fire and you were in the shower? Would you just run out naked?"

"Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't throw the nearest object at you."

Robyn pursed his lips, thinking about it for a good second. "That would be an act of homophobia."

I sighed exasperatedly. And just gave him a look, no words needed. He just stared at me with an almost troll-like grin. I pinched my nose bridge. "Just go cook breakfast or we're gonna be late," I said before quickly going into the bathroom to avoid anymore of Robyn's single brain cell lacking a filter.

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As I was walking in the hallways with Robyn, talking about if hotdogs counted as sandwiches for the millionth time, Nathan and Oliver approached us. Not wanting to talk about trivial subjects anymore, I shifted the topic to them.

"Robyn told me you two have made up? What happened?"

Oliver smugly crossed his arms. "More than that. But that's a story for another time." Nathan gave him a look that made Oliver sigh. "Fine, I'll tell them." This piqued my interest immensely. "We're dating now," he secretly laced their fingers together so that it was only in our view. I gasped in elation, pumping my fist in the air.

"Good for you two! It's been a long time coming." Realistically speaking, I didn't know if it was possible to recover from such a rough patch in their relationship, but I guess Robyn gave them some solid advice. That they listened to.