•strictly platonic• boy x boy •

•seven•

Emerson Scott

It was an overcast day as Robyn and I lounged in my room. The television's screen casted soft hues of purple light against the room, illuminating the objects in it in an almost mystical manner. Robyn was sitting upside-down on my bed with his feet propped against the wall. His eyes were closed with his hands folded atop his chest, but I knew he wasn't asleep. Meanwhile, I laid on my stomach on the carpeted floor, scrolling through random videos on my phone. Even with my door closed, I could still hear the sound of idle chatter downstairs in the kitchen, consisting of my parents and Emily. Echoes of laughter reached my ears and I smiled to myself subconsciously.

I swung my legs back and forth in the air as I remembered something very important. How could I forget?

"Robyn?" I called out to him softly, just in case he actually did fall asleep.

He hummed back to me in response, with his eyes still closed. Either that or he was squinting at me very subtly.

"Are you busy today?"

"Does it look like I am?" He asked nonchalantly.

"I'll take that as a no, Sassy Boi." He laughed with a raspy voice. "Do you want to come and visit a childhood friend of mine?" I offered.

"Do I know them?"

I shook my head. "Nah, this was before I met you."

This caught his attention as he sat up properly on my bed with his arms crossed. "How can this be? I am your only friend!" He exclaimed, feigning offense.

I snorted. "Why, are you jealous?"

"Of course not," he muttered. He bit his lip as a habit and I had to restrain myself from cooing at him. Robyn looked like a pouting child with his legs crossed, despite almost being a full-grown man.

"I believe you~" I said in a sing-song voice. "So, are you coming or not?"

"Yeah, yeah. You're not gonna tell me or even show me a photo of this person?"

I shrugged. "What's the point? You're going to meet them anyways."

I slowly got up and stretched, raising my arms above my head. Throwing off my shirt, I made a faux basketball shot of it into the laundry bin. Shuffling towards my wardrobe, I paused as I was sifting through it. I threw a look back at Robyn. He was staring at me, more like into space in my direction, and quivered when I called him out. "We're going now, so I suggest you better get ready, or I'll leave you to play dolls with Emily."

I half-expected him to say something along the lines of 'that wouldn't be too bad,' but he didn't. He bit his lip again and scratched the nape of his neck. "Oh, yeah," he mumbled quickly as he got up to rush to the bathroom. I raised my eyebrow at his weird behavior but thought nothing of it at the time.

Once he got out of the bathroom, I could tell he rinsed his face as the hair that framed his face was damp. He had tied back his hair in a half-up updo, once again reminding just how long it was. I glanced up at him, pausing from tying my sneakers. Our eyes met and I gave him a slight smile, which he returned with a flustered expression.

"Shall we go?" I suggested, finishing tying my left shoe.

"Let's go," he nodded.