𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝘾𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚 𝘾𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙙 // RINNEY (Robin x Finney)

10 | Coffee Cupid

(SHORT CHAPTER)

3𝙧𝙙 𝙋𝙊𝙑:

"I need a place to stay."
Finney said, trembling and shivering from the cold.

"Yes of course come inside"
Robin said in panic, grabbing Finney by his wrist and pulling him inside.

"Who the fuck's this kid?"
Robin's older sister asked, glaring at Finney.

"My boyfriend you dickwad."
Robin said, pulling Finney upstairs to his bedroom.

"So.. do you wanna talk about it?"
Robin asked shyly, handing finney a towl to dry up in.

"Theres not much to say about it besides he saw us."
Finney muttered, leaning against Robin's side.

"He?"

"My dad."

"Oh."
Robin gulped. They were both aware that he'd find out but, Robin didn't expect it to happen now.

"And he 'disowned' me. He was really drunk."
Finney added, sniffling.

"That fucking bastard.."
Robin said, looking down at his feet.

"You can stay as long as you need to."
Robin added, glancing up at the mop haired boy and letting out a small smile.

"Thanks Rob."
Finney said with pink cheeks, hugging the other boy.

"Okay wow you're soaking wet lets get you changed."
Robin said, laughing and trying to pry the drenched boy off his body.

Finney borrowed a white tank top and some PJ pants from Robin's closet for the night while his clothes he wore earlier that day dried in the dryer.

"You look like a frat boy in that."
Robin joked, only earning a glare from Finney.

"It's not my fault your clothes is significantly larger than mine?!"
Finney replied jokingly, laying down on Robin's bed.

"Oh so you're borrowing my bed now too?"
Robin chuckled, laying down beside Finney.

They stayed that way for many hours, just talking, laughing, loving, kissing, hugging, the whole sha-bang. But it had gotten late, so Finney went to bed.

𝙄𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙮'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑:

I don't quite remember what happened last night. I remember being disowned, called a "fag", and getting kicked out. But everything else was a pure blur. Atleast I'm here, with Robin. I woke up to his arms snaked around my waist and his face burried in the crook of my neck. His hair was a mess. I was happy. I was happy I had him and he had me.

We were happy.

"G'morning my love"
Robin whispered into my neck, kissing it.

"How did you know I was awake?"
I said sleepily, turning to face him.

"I could just tell."
He replied with a faint smile, stroking my cheek, making my face heat up a bit.

"Hungry?"
He asked, sitting up and stretching.

"Eh, just want coffee."

"Sure thing, coffee cupid."
He replied, getting out of bed, grabbing me by the wrist, and pulling me down stairs.

Coffee cupid..?

What kind of nickname is that.

"Never call me 'Coffee Cupid' again"
I groaned, only receiving a mocking laugh.

He tried making me a coffee, but I simply was not having it. His coffee's are disgusting. I've tried what he usually orders at the café, it is so foul.

"There is no way in hell you're making me coffee"

"Why??"

"You don't know how to."
I said, making my own coffee.

"Yes I do!!"
He snarled.

"What you order at my Café tastes like pure poison."

"It's not poison, it's the best thing ever made."

"I find that hard to believe."