One morning, Finney feels as though school merely isn't worth it. And he drags Robin down in his bad attendance to hang out for the day. It turns out they have the cutest time together.
TW: Very light angst, slight mentions of the basement, hurt/comfort, Robin swears like a sailor at moments, extremely fluffy, like it'll rot your teeth-. Oh and Finney worships Robin because I said so.
My ao3 account if you wanna find this and more of my works there. I don't write a lot so- yeah-. Enjoy!
Translations for later: "¡Mierda!" - Shit!
Finney wasn’t sure what had come over him that morning, but he did not feel like going to school. Something must’ve been in the air, polluting his common sense. Like, come on, he knew he couldn’t not go. That wouldn’t be very Finney Blake of him. Plus, he couldn’t risk the school contacting his dad over his disappearance. He was sure they wouldn’t; they’d likely assume he was sick since Finney wasn’t the type to just decide he wouldn’t go. Besides today, anyway.
So why was he currently walking in the opposite direction of the school building?
Robin was never one to turn down skipping school, and half the time, he’ll pretend he’s practically dying to avoid it. The other half is him being suspended or sent home for fighting. He wasn’t complaining, though. He enjoyed time away from the judgemental assholes roaming inside those pathetic school walls. So when Finney ran up to him on the way to school, panting and dripping in sweat, despite the particularly chilly air around them, asking him to take the day off with him, he couldn’t bring himself to say no.
Though, he did question Finney the entire way back to his house.
“Are you sure you wanna do this? This is very…weird of you, Finn.” Robin asked as he strutted beside the taller but skinnier male. He didn’t quite understand what could’ve caused such a strange decision from the same boy that lectured him about skipping, even if he’s got bloody knuckles.
“I ‘dunno. I just- woke up this morning and decided that school wasn’t worth it today.”
“Are you sure no one fucked with you? I’ll beat their asses. You know that.”
“Yes, Robin. I’m sure. I just wanna hang with you today.” Finney felt pathetic admitting it, but that was the only reason he could come up with that would make him want to ditch school. He assumed that’s also why Robin was the first person he ran to when he decided he would ruin his perfect attendance record.
Though now that Finney was walking calmly beside him, decision made and now in a clear head, he could take in Robin’s outfit today. He wasn’t wearing his signature t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off, but in its place was a sweatshirt that looked almost too big for Robin’s physique. It was slightly devouring his hands, reaching just below where his belt would be. He had black sweatpants, a somewhat different shade than the sweatshirt, but you’d have to squint to notice. Robin was wearing his everyday dirty sneakers that were loosely tied and were severely in need of a deep wash.
Robin was indeed the polar opposite of Finney. Finney was rocking a denim jacket with wool on the cuffs of the sleeves and on the inside for top warmth. He was wearing jeans that he thought would keep him warm but soon realized that he would freeze if they didn’t make it to Robin’s house fast enough. Finney was also sporting his favorite pair of Vans. He liked his outfit, but he enjoyed Robin’s even more. Maybe it’s just because it’s Robin.
Finney and Robin had been dating for almost 3 months now. When Finney had escaped that blasted basement and confessed all his feelings to Robin in a daze from the lack of sleep, Robin had waited until Finney awoke to ask him if he meant what he said and returned Finney’s feelings. After they spent at least an hour crying and hugging, Robin had sworn never to let anything happen to Finney again. Finney had proclaimed to always be there when Robin’s knuckles took beatings to kiss them better. Robin could live with that.
Ever since then, they have been inseparable. Robin would always come over to Finney’s house throughout the week to “study” (more like whining about being bored and then somehow pull Finney away from the table to cuddle and watch movies. Finney still didn’t know how he did it.). While Finney came over on the weekends to sleep over and avoid his dad.
Eventually, they noticed their days slowly get better when they had each other around. Even on the nights Finney would sneak out and tap on Robin’s window at 3am, bawling to him about what his dad had done. He screamed and cried in his lover's arms until his lungs burned, and he felt like he couldn’t cry anymore. Or on the days Robin felt utterly hopeless and scared with the fear of losing everything, so bad that he would break down and sob until he was choking on tears. Sometimes Robin would get so worked up he’d start punching his thighs if he was sitting, getting so frustrated that he was so weak. Finney would have to pull him into a hug to get him to stop, feeling Robin softly beat on his back before accepting that it was okay to not be tough all the time and then falling asleep in his angel’s grasp. They knew they had each other, which would outdo whatever they had to experience.
Finney watched Robin’s house come into view and almost punched the air. He felt an incredible adrenaline rush from his slight rebellious decision this morning. He was going to spend the day with Robin Arellano. No bullies. No teachers. No abusive father. Just Robin. And he couldn’t decide on which higher being to thank. He slowly grasped Robin’s hand in his, squeezing lightly, until he felt the hand pull away from his grip.
“Jesus fuck, your hands are freezing, Finn!” Robin shouted as he stuffed his hand in his pockets for a moment. Finney giggled evilly as he stared at his hands.
“Are they? I’m sorry,” he started before quickly shoving his hand on Robin’s neck, anywhere he could reach that wasn’t blocked by his beautiful dark brown hair. Robin screeched and pushed Finney away and into the street before gripping the collar of his sweatshirt and pulling it higher to cover the part Finney had touched. His hands left a tingly cold feeling that Robin couldn’t say he hated, but he didn’t love it either. He was perfectly warm before Finney had touched him with his ice-cold fingers, and now he had shivers running up and down his spine.
“Damnit, Finn-! Now I’m cold! Fuck you!” Finney was laughing so hard that he about fell over. His lungs were begging him to stop as he slowly felt lightheaded. Robin glared at him, grabbed his arm, and pulled him back onto the sidewalk.
“You brought it upon yourself when you pulled your hand away!”
“Well, sorry that your hands are colder than the fucking arctic waters of the South Pole!”
“Now you’re just exaggerating! They aren’t that cold!” Finney argued as he put his hands to his cheeks. It took a minute for the feeling to come back to his face, but when it did, he quickly pulled his hands away and shoved them in his pockets.
“Yeah, see? Fucking freezing.” Finney pouted as he stopped on Robin’s porch. Robin pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, allowing Finney to walk in first. They both kicked off their shoes and plopped onto the couch, absolutely defeated by the chilling walk. Their hands were aching and numb simultaneously, and their noses were bright red. Robin would’ve kicked Finney’s ass for ditching on such a cold day if he weren’t so surprised still. He didn’t understand why Finney decided today would be the day to fuck up his attendance, but Robin knew Finney. Robin knew Finney didn’t understand, either. Robin could see it on his face that he was just as shocked.
Robin sat there to warm his hands before an idea popped into his head. He quickly turned his head to the latter and smiled brightly, which resulted in Finney cracking a smile of his own.
“Wanna make some hot chocolate?! That’ll warm us up!” Robin asked excitedly and leaned closer to Finney’s face. Finney hated it when he did that. It would always make his face get hot, even if he felt as though he was on the verge of frostbite. Finney leaned away slightly to clear his throat and smile wider.
“Of course. Anything to bring the feeling back to my fingers.” Robin jumped up at this and pulled Finney with him, leading him to the kitchen. Finney leaned against the counter when they walked in and let Robin find the materials for the chocolatey drink. Finney knew Robin’s house like the back of his hand, but he knew Robin loved to make him things. The thought brought him back to second grade when they had an assignment for arts and crafts. Robin had made it his mission to make Finney a kitten out of cotton. It didn’t last long, though, because a random little girl in their grade had snatched the kitten when Robin wasn’t looking and ate it. You can only imagine why Robin landed in the principal’s office that day.
Robin finished putting the chocolate mix into the cup and stirred it gently before handing the exceptionally burning cup to Finney. Causing the latter to hiss quietly and start blowing on the drink while shifting his fingers uncomfortably around the mug. Robin began swirling his and then took a sip before jumping back and whisper-shouting a swear.
“¡Mierda! That’s hot!” Robin quickly set down his drink and fanned his lips, causing Finney to burst into laughter and spit out some of his hot chocolate. He wanted to ask if Robin was alright, but all he could do was mutter out incoherent words between giggles. When Robin regained his composure, he shot Finney the most upset glare he could muster. Of course, it didn’t affect Finney besides making him laugh harder. All of Finney’s giggling began to chip away at Robin’s glare until he started laughing with him.
When they finally managed to calm down, they walked to the living room with their mugs of chocolatey goodness. Finney was the first to sit down and huddle up with the blanket in the corner of the couch. Robin glanced at him and forced a frown.
“You plan on sharing my blanket, right?” Robin questioned as he frowned more and raised an eyebrow. Finney giggled at his expression and gently shook his head, causing his beautiful curls to shake.
“Nah, it’s my blanket now. Find your own.”
“That is my own! My mamá bought it for me!” Robin argued as he crossed his arms and glared at Finney. Finney laughed and sipped his chocolate. All Robin did was observe because they both knew he wouldn’t take it from Finney. Robin couldn’t help but think about how cute Finney looked at the moment. His cheeks were flushed from the hot drink the same beverage was making his flushed nose run a bit, so he was sneaking in adorable sniffs between giggles and sips. His hair was slightly covering his eyes, and he was beautifully wrapped in the latter’s blanket, completely comfy and warm. How could Robin steal it from him when he looked so angelic the way he was?
Finney finished his sip and sighed contently before bringing his fingers below his chin to pretend to think. When he was satisfied with his amount of fake consideration, he lifted the side of the blanket and nodded his head sideways to nonverbally tell Robin he could snuggle with him. His act had Robin’s heart leaping towards Finney, pulling his entire body with it as he slipped underneath the covers.
Both his and Finney’s hearts were racing, and both could feel it. Finney would definitely use this for his daily journal writing that Gwen was making him do for “therapy purposes.” It’s what Finney usually did; write about Robin. If it wasn’t something random like school or bullshit feelings about his father or his bullies, it was about how Robin made him feel. It’s how she found out that not only was Finney gay, but he was madly in love with Robin. Gwen immediately confronted him about it, asking him unbelievable questions finishing the conversation with an “I knew it” and walking away. It left Finney dumbfounded, but he left little notes at the end of each prompt saying how she should NEVER bring it up.
Tonight, he was going to leave a lengthy ass essay about how Robin’s heart was beating so hard and fast against his arm as he snuggled into him. He would write in meticulous detail about how many beats Robin’s heart made in a second or how it made his own skip a beat or two within moments. He would explain his stomach twirling every time he imagined how Robin must’ve felt at this moment since he was practically on the verge of a heart attack. Or maybe Robin’s body was breaking out into goosebumps, and Finney’s hair was standing on end, and how it was incredible that just one person, that person being Robin Arellano of all people, made him feel such a way. How could one person make him feel like he was suffocating and yet oh so alive at the same time? How could someone that shares the same amount, if not more, hatred towards the world make him feel as though the gods brought him here to bless him with such a beautiful person? It was mind-boggling.
Robin’s breathing started to slow, and his grip gradually slipped from his cup. Just before it spilled, Finney quickly caught hold of it and gently pulled it from him to set it on the table, along with his own. Robin snored softly into his ear while Finney admired him. How could he not regard the divine proportions of his partner? The way Robin’s hair outlined his face. How his nose was just the perfect shape for his face. How his eyelashes were the ideal length for his beautiful, big, doe eyes. Robin’s cheekbones were barely visible unless you got as close as Finney, so close that you could see the slightest indent of his cheeks but still puffy enough to exaggerate when he pouted. Finney also couldn’t help but adore how plump his lips were. How they could express so many emotions just from the direction they turned. How they contained so many soft-spoken words that only Finney got to hear, so many secrets they kept between each other. Robin’s lips were almost always chapped and covered with teeth marks and rips from when he got too nervous and bit them, yet every time they kissed, they were softer than anything Finney’s ever felt. Sure, he’s never kissed anyone other than Robin, but he’s sure no one could compare to Robin’s lips. Robin’s kisses were something out of this world. They could snatch Finney’s breath away faster than he’s ever experienced.
All these thoughts were making Finney exhausted. He planned to save the rest of his sentimental thoughts for his journal entry later and decided to nap with Robin. Robin’s mother would be home around 2-3pm, and Finney was sure she would wake them up and ask about them being there. It would be good for him to get home around the same time he generally would so he wouldn’t have to worry too much about his father. He could lie about what he was doing to cause him to be late and play it off as nothing. His plan's calm and soothing words made him feel safe enough to sleep. Or maybe Robin’s warm touch and welcoming scent lured the boy to slumber.
All Finney knew was that with Robin, he was safe. And that’s all he needed to sleep soundly.
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