•black flowers•

• Chapter thirteen •

Robin's POV

I was getting sicker by the minute, I wasn't going to last much longer.

I was in love with Nancy Wheeler and it was literally killing me.

I was laying down on the couch with my head in Nancy's lap. Everyone was off doing their own thing and it was just us.

"Hey, Rob" She whispered, brushing her fingers through my hair.

"Hey, Nance" I was able to mutter.

"How do you feel?" She asked, sombrely.

"I don't think I'm gonna make it" Nancy started to cry "Don't cry, Nance. I'm ready for it"

"You shouldn't have to be" She wailed out "Why does this shit always happen to us?"

"Hey, Hey. It's okay" I sat up and wiped her tears "Remember, I'm choosing to go like this. I do have a choice and this is what I've decided on"

"I don't understand. You would rather die then get rejected?" She sounded quizzically sad.

"It's more complex than that"

"How?"

"If I tell this person... they'll never see me in the same light again, and I don't wanna die knowing what they trally think about people like me" I explained.

"People like you?" She asked.

"People who are different... People who who love the wrong people" I answered.

"Robin, nobody can love the wrong person. You can't control how you feel" She reassured me.

"But I can, or at least, that's what people say. I just wish I could be me without judgement, but society is too fucked for that" My voice started breaking and I was crying.

"Robin, do you not like boys?" Nancy made eye contact.

"Nance... I'm sorry" I whispered and hid my face in my hands.

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why are you sorry? You can't help who you are. I know you think I don't understand, but I do. I understand a lot better then you think I do" New tears came to replace the old ones in Nancy's eyes.

Was Nancy...? No, she couldn't be.

"Robin Buckley. You and I are exactly alike. And that's the reason why we get each other so well. I can't imagine what life would be like right now if I hadn't met you" Nancy grabbed my hand.

"Nance, there's something I need to tell you" I whispered, scooting towards her.

"Yeah? What's up, Buckley?" She smiled.

"I think I need to confess now" I looked down at our hands.

"Amazing. I'm sure the lucky women will love you back" She slightly frowned.

"That's the problem, I don't think she does" I said.

"Why not?"

"She's just so perfect in every way and I don't know how she would ever love me back. Like I am truly in love with this women and I think she just sees me as a friend" I rambled quietly.

"I can't think of one thing to dislike about you. You're kind, smart, pretty, funny, passionate and everyone loves you" She leaned in "Every time you walk in a room, it lights up and I feel alive, because of you, Robin"

"Really?" I asked.

"Really"

I thought about kissing her right there, but I needed to tell her first.

"Nance, I love yo-"

I was cut off by the feeling of soft lips on mine.

"I love you, too"

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Yay! No one died!