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grant: ok but i'm cute right bc y do ppl keep looking at me
robin: whatever helps you sleep at night bro.
robin: because they're not blind? idk.
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grant: ok but i'm cute right bc y do ppl keep looking at me
robin: whatever helps you sleep at night bro.
robin: because they're not blind? idk.
the resulting chuckle that resonated from logan’s throat was unavoidable by the time robin finished talking, “wow. and i thought i had it shitty.” once they arrived at the festival site, logan led them off towards the stage that had been set up near the entrance, brows furrowing ever so slightly at the sight of the huge crowd already gathered there. "i knew we should’ve gotten here earlier! it’s my fault. sorry, man.”
༺ ༻a genuine laugh had fallen past robin’s lips as he looked down at logan, shaking his head in amusement. ❝this is definitely not your fault, don’t worry, okay? just follow me,❞ he reassured, taking the younger boy’s hand into his own before leading him through the crowd. although there may have been quite a few drunk members of the crowd insanely angry at them for pushing through, it was all worth it because they managed to get closer to the front. ❝[there we go, problem solved.❞
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memphis: probably because switched at birth is actually a decent show
memphis: unlike 90% of the crap that's on tv now
robin: woah
robin: someone finally agrees with me? i must be dreaming.
robin: god, that's the truth right there. i have seen some shit that looks like it was written by a newborn lizard.
robin’s confused look made him laugh softly, eyes twinkling with amusement as he nodded his head. “you’ll get used to it. last year was so humid, i had the AC full on blast and still sweating my ass off in boxers.” logan told him, unconsciously moving closer to robin’s side until their arms touched. “did you look at the rest of the programme? i think the artist market is supposed to be open until ten so we could totally check it out afterwards if you want?"
༺ ༻a soft crimson color had flushed over robin’s pale cheeks at just imagining the scenario, a small laugh following after. ❝god, i remember that. it was beyond horrible for me. one day i went on a walk, because i had nothing else to do, and the humidity was so bad that i just ended up throwing up on the sidewalk. and i have no idea why i just told you such a disgusting story, sorry,❞ robin rambled, ending it off with a nervous laughter. ❝yeah, of course. anything that you want to do.❞
“rob, listen to me. you might not have time to wait. how’s he supposed to know you’re into him if you don’t tell him. you’re an amazing guy and all i want is for you to be happy. if he makes you happy, you have to go for it.”
༺ ༻❝look, there is no way in hell that logan would be into me. i would rather save myself the embarrassment.❞
‘‘you better not be thinking about hooking up with my brother. just remember you and me were a thing once upon a time, so get the fuck off your not so high horse, Rob.’’
༺ ༻❝i never said that i was even thinking about that! he is one of my best friends, ryan. i can hang out with whoever the hell i want. high horse? seriously? wow, guess you never really knew me at all.❞
“oh, really?” logan ducked his face to try to hide the flush creeping up his cheeks, smiling still at the compliment as he followed robin out of the house. they started walking off towards the festival area, side by side, him smiling the five inches up at robin and blonde hair peaking out from underneath the backwards snapback. "the weather is nice. i like it this time of the year, y'know? it’s not too hot or too cold."
༺ ༻ robin looked down at logan with a look of confusion, eyebrows furrowed with his head tilted to the side. ❝really? it’s been really cold for me lately, i don’t know why. i’m just assuming that it’s because i wore so many layers of clothes during the winter, that without all those layers i’m always cold ? it’s weird,❞ the older one of the two rambled on, before shaking his head with a sigh. ❝but, i can definitely see where you’re coming from. it’s not insanely hot yet, but it’s still beautiful out,❞ robin continued, glancing down at logan towards the end of his sentence.
“you like this one?” he tried on the red hat, checking his own reflection in the mirrored closet doors. it did match his jacket better than the blue one, and maybe even more so because robin had picked it. “you’re right, this one’s better. we should probably get going soon? it’s getting a little bit late.” turning towards him, logan fitted his hands inside his jacket pockets and dug through them to confirm that he’d remembered the essentials—-phone, keys, money. check.
༺ ༻robin had stood up from the bed with a nod, ❝yeah. that hat is my favorite on you, really brings out your eyes.❞ he grabbed a hoodie that he assumed was his off of the bed, throwing it on. although it was almost summer time, robin had always felt unbelievably cold. even if he was under mountains of blankets. though he was slowly adjusting to it, considering he only started to feel colder a month ago. ❝yeah, that is probably a good idea. let’s go ahead and head out,❞ he suggested with a simple shrug, making his way out of logan’s house and to his car.
༺ ༻ robin’s heart should not have been beating as fast as it was while he was doing nothing physical, just sitting down on logan’s bed. that’s all. so, why was his heart having beating a million miles an hour? maybe because it was logan’s bed after all. logan reilly, even the name had sparked something inside of him. his eyes had trailed after the other, a subtle smile cascading onto his lips as he gestured towards the red hat. ❝i think you should go with that one instead of the blue one, that’s my very professional opinion.❞
“rob, you’re amazing. i bet he adores you. who doesn’t? take a risk! have a love life so i can live vicariously through you.”
༺ ༻ ❝the thing is, i am horrible at taking risks. i can’t take them. i’m just going to wait it out and hope for the best.❞
‘‘sounded just fine to me, Robbo.’‘
༺ ༻❝i still can’t see how you and logan are even related! he is one of the most amazing guys i have ever met. you guys are a million worlds away personality wise. it astonishes me.❞
“rob! oh my god! you like him! like, a lot! oh my god!” ella grinned, “are you gonna pursue him?”
༺ ༻ ❝shit, i’ve been caught red-handed. i want to, but i seriously doubt he is into me at all. i’m really bad at these type of things.❞
‘‘well you’re more of a dick than usual..’‘
༺ ༻❝well, tonight i decided to turn my dickness level up to it’s fullest capacity just for you! wait, ignore that. that sounded really wrong.❞
“mm, the cute one. go on,” ella teased, nudging him.
༺ ༻ ❝well i definitely agree that he is cute, breathtaking in my personal opinion but whatever,❞ robin paused as he inhaled a deep breath, twiddling with his thumbs before continuing, ❝did that already give it away before i even said it? damn, i’m kinda obvious.❞
“no! c’mon, rob. tell me,” ella nudged her friend. “i need to know all the things.”
༺ ༻ ❝well, okay? do you know who logan is? logan reilly? he’s seventeen, shortish, has blond hair? ring a bell?❞
“what is that supposed to mean?”
༺ ༻❝ that you are a conceited asshole that doesn’t care about anyone besides himself, what else would it mean?❞