Robbie Sinclair Headcanons
Ahh, leans on his hand as he stares at you from across the room. He wasn't super into school, but seeing you made it worth it.
You're similar to him in the sense of questioning authority [What teenager doesn't?]
You're in different social groups. As he's a jock and you're a... well, not a jock- Or any kind of athletic.
He admires you and what you stand for sometimes. Sometimes, he gets nervous to voice his opinions, in fear he will be outcasted, but when you say what he's thinking, it's like everything fits perfectly
When he gets home one day, his mom senses somethings off. Her son is moving differently and she knows it. So, she confronts him. Alone, obviously
"So..."
Robbie looks up from his desk at his mother who was standing in his doorway. He cocks an eyebrow, confused. "Uh... Sooo?"
She gives him a knowing look, but Robbie doesn't get the hint. Finally she decides to just hit the mammal on the head. "So, someone special?"
"Oh, god, mom. Seriously?" He rolls his eyes and turns away, hoping to give himself away.
She hums, but decides not to press him, because when he was ready to talk about it, he would.
He tries talking to you, but he always get stomped up
He gets close, but his mouth gets dry and he forgets to speak
"Uh, hey?" You wave to the dinosaur who approached you and your friends, but instead of replying he just stands there, not saying anything. It's like he froze, his mouth open. "Okay then?" You look to your friends, who seem just as lost as you.
He decides to just turn around and leave, seeing as he's already embarrassed himself enough. He smacks his forehead repeating 'Stupid, stupid, STUPID.'
Maybe one day he can actually talk to you and maybe even date you. A guy can dream.