Tell me you love me | Rinney

Part 2-Night

Chapter 2

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Robin's mom prepared us a delicious meal, we were both starving as we hadn't eaten since we had gotten home. Nevertheless, we devoured dinner. We decided to call it a night, as it was getting pretty late. I thanked his mom for the meal, and we headed back to his room.

Shutting the door behind him, Robin laid himself down on his messy bed. I stood near his door staring at him. He had his eyes shut, and was breathing slowly. I stood awkwardly, just glancing towards him, my heart fluttered a bit. He peeked his eyes open, looking back to me

"Should we get ready for bed?" He asked while pulling himself up.

He pushed open his closet, throwing random clothes around

I stepped over the piles, and sat down on his bed

"Where am I-" Before I could finish my sentence, I paused questioning everything, as Robin had taken off his shirt, and I was just sitting here staring

As he pulled a shirt from his closet, he stared back to me

"What?" He smiled

"Nothing." I turned away trying to hide my red face

He pulled a shirt onto him, as well as put some shorts on

"Do you want to use some of my clothes as pajamas?" He asked while picking remaining shirts from the floor

"Oh, sure." I stated, as I tried avoiding eye contact.

He threw a random shirt towards me

"It might be a little big on you if that's ok." He giggled

I stood up, heading for the bathroom to change

As I shut the bathroom door behind me, I slid down the side of it, pushing his shirt into my burning face

Why did he do that infront of me? Did he do it on purpose or is he just comfortable around me?

And why did I stare for so long? Did he notice me awing him? Millions of questions brushed my mind, and that image of him stuck

God, there is seriously something wrong with me.

This is wrong isn't it? I shouldn't feel this way towards him, but I just can't seem to help it.

I got caught up in my racing thoughts, without noticing how long I had been in the bathroom

A knock at the door took me out of it

"Yo Finn, you good?" Robin asked from the other side of the door

"Y-yea!" I stuttered, as I quickly tried changing into his shirt

"Are you struggling figuring out how to put a shirt on?" He joked

I scoffed at his comment, and opened the door

He stopped for a second, staring back at me

"Is there something wrong?" I asked worried

"N-no." He stopped, but then started laughing

"What's up with you?" I snarled

"Nothing! My shirt is just really big on you and it looks cute."

Cute? Did he just call me cute?

I ignored it, pushing him aside

"Shut up." I giggled as I walked back to his room

I sat myself on his bed

"Where am I going to sleep?" I glanced to Robin

"On my bed, silly."

I was a bit caught off guard, sleeping in the same bed as him felt a bit strange to me, but also made my stomach churn of excitement

"I- are you sure?" I said worried

"Of course, I'm not going to make you sleep on the floor." He laughed while throwing a blanket towards me

I fumbled with the blanket as Robin sat closely beside me, wrapping his arm around my neck

Oh god.

I cleared my throat, pushing his arm off me

"So uh, I'm quite tired, we should go to sleep, yeah?" I fumbled

"Everything okay?" He asked

"Yea, I'm fine!" I lied

"Is it about your dad? Because if so don't hesitate to talk to me about him, I'll beat his ass if I have to-"

"Robin, I'm fine." I cut him off, chuckling, "I'm just tired, that's all."

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Robin nodded, resting his head on one side of his bed

He looked towards me and smiled without saying a word

My heart raced
He patted the spot beside him, eagering me to lay down

I was a bit hesitant, but laid down anyways

"Can you turn the lamp off beside you please?" He whispered while he turned his back to me

I did as he said, and we were engulfed in a room of darkness

The air was tense, and quiet, the silence soon broke

"Finn?" Robin's soft voice called to me

"Yea?" I mumbled

"Y'know I care for you, right?"

I paused

"Yea..." I answered slowly

"I really mean it. If you ever need anything, I'm here for you, okay? I want you to be ok." He whispered tiredly

I stayed quiet, but was burning inside

"Goodnight Finn." He mumbled

I felt mixed

That was an out of pocket thing to mention, but gave me a sense of love.

I've never felt much care for me in my life, I don't remember much of Mom before she died, and my Dad hates my guts. I always wanted some sort of purpose in my life, I just wanted to be cared for and loved, and now I feel as if I have found that person, but, I don't believe he feels the way I feel. He cares for me, yes, but does he feel more than just that? If I ever tell him the truth, will he be disgusted? Being like this is shunned and looked down upon, and I hate feeling like this. If I ever say anything, I might get bullied for the rest of my school life, hell, maybe it won't stop there. Maybe I will lose a great friend like Robin if I ever say anything, I guess for now I'll keep it to myself...

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