kinda sad at the beginning?? ends up being pure fluff lol
future lover boy: what’s up?
y/n: can you inform the school i won’t be there today
y/n: my parents are kinda busy
future lover boy: of course! but can i ask what’s wrong? :(
y/n: i just got a cold lol
future lover boy: poor y/n :((
future lover boy: do you want me to bring something for you after school?
y/n: you don’t need to do that
future lover boy: are you sure? it won’t be a problem i promise
y/n: maybe just your presence?
future lover boy: wow smooth one y/n lol
future lover boy: don’t worry lol i’ll be there after i take this bird out
y/n: you found yourself someone?
future lover boy: yeah her name is victoria
future lover boy: i’ve had my eye on her for a while i guess
y/n: oh good for you robert lol
y/n: pretty sure you and jimmy can get anyone you want around school
future lover boy: nahh not all of them
future lover boy: but i promise i’ll be there about 30 mins after school gets out
future lover boy: i’m gonna tell the office you’re not here rn
future lover boy: see you later!! take care of yourself too
you have changed goldengod69’s nickname to robert!
i sighed, slamming my phone against my bed.
how could i be so dumb? of course someone like robert didn’t like me. he could have anyone, yet it’s always down to his decision for who he wants.
i’ve been his closest friend since forever. since we were young kids running through random forests. i had been there through every breakup and rough time in his life.
i was certain he liked me at some point. the way he looked at me wasn’t a way you look at just anyone. the way he hugged me much longer than one should, or the innocent kisses on my forehead.
maybe he was just a natural flirt and i had too much of an ego.
either way, my heart dropped at the thought of victoria.
she was a stunning girl. she was as skinny as that model twiggy, had this flowly blonde hair…just the type of girl robert would write about in his songs.
my body felt dull, even though i should be happy for him. i tried so hard to be the slightest bit joyful, but it didn’t work.
instead, i was met with tears that lasted much longer than i would’ve liked.
it was worse since i was sick. the tissue box was now empty and my head pounded like hell.
i took a nap, deciding it would stop all this misery i felt.
a warm and saturated place. one that didn’t seem real, one that was so dreamful.
one where the grass was bright green, yet soft to touch. the sky was a soft blue, with clouds that seemed like paper cutouts.
in front of me was robert. a cake in the middle of us for a reason unknown, and wine glasses. yet, no wine.
i couldn’t speak, but it was as if we didn’t need to. we just looked at each other and understood.
robert’s hair was more fluffy and more golden. it looked so soft, yet so delicate. he had a white blouse on, decorated with small scattered red flowers. the wine glass he was holding looked like it was floating, just with how soft his hands looked.
i reached out to him, just to start hearing my name and being shoved.
my eyes fluttered awake, being met with the same golden curled man i was dreaming about.
“y/n?” he asked one final time as my eyes fully opened.
“r-robert?” i asked, even though i fully knew it was him.
“oh, my sweet angel.” he put his hand on my forehead, “christ, you’re freezing.”
it was moments like that made me genuinely feel like i was his only. it confused me. was he just always this sweet or was there something else? there couldn’t be though, he likes victoria.
“i know. one blanket doesn’t really help.” i spoke through my clanking teeth.
he pushed a strand of my hair back with a pout, “you want some warm soup? or more blankets..?”
“soup would be nice… but only if it’s not much of a hassle.”
“nothing is a hassle if it’s you, y/n. the soup is in the pantry right?”
i blushed at his first statement, “yeah.”
he simply smiled before walking out of the room.
i sighed, curling into myself once more. he confused me so much, sending all the mixed signals. my chest felt so empty, yet here he was, making soup for me because i’m sick. maybe he just cares for me a lot, maybe he’s just a natural flirty person …all the maybe’s filled my head and all of them for robert.
once robert popped back into the room, he stood next to me, helping me sit up a bit.
“i tried making it as the instructions told me, but i’m not the greatest cook.” he laughed.
i shrugged, “either way, it’s food. thank you, rob.”
suddenly, he climbed over my legs and sat next to me on my bed.
i looked at him, a confused smile on my face. he returned the smile, softly.
“how was victoria?” i asked, even though it hurt so much.
“eh. she’s not as interesting as i thought. she’s got the looks, but not the personality.”
“oh, i’m sorry.” my mind felt a bit more at ease.
“it’s alright. what about you though, y/n? you never seem to have a crush for someone.” he asked.
“well, i have liked someone, but it could never happen.” i sighed, continuing to eat my soup.
“well, does this fellow have a name? maybe i can help?” robert offered.
god, it was awkward. it’s always awkward when your crush of fucking 4 years asks you that even though it’s them.
“y-yeah but he’s out of my league, it could never happen.”
“well, who the hell is it?”
“…uh someone… in the band?” i regretted saying that. now he’d definitely figure out.
“someone in the band?! is it jimmy?”
“god no, love him as a mate, but he’s not my type.”
“jonesy?” he flailed his arms around, his face a shy tint of pink.
i shook my head, looking down at my soup as if it were my lifeline.
“is it me?” he finally asked, his gaze in my direction.
“yep. wasn’t really planning on telling you.” i sniffled, due to my cold.
“w-wait, you’re not crying are you?” robert panicked.
“what? no, it’s from my cold.”
the next few minutes were spent in awkward silence. somehow, i didn’t feel anxious one bit about what his answer would be.
“god, y’know, i’ve loved you for the longest time! i just never said anything and dated other people cause i didn’t think you liked me.” he covered his face with his hands.
“y-you what? love me?” i stuttered, shock obvious in my tone.
“yes! too bad we didn’t tell each other four years earlier.”
“well, maybe it’s fate.” i coughed, continuing to eat the remains of my soup.
“i suppose so…hey, you almost done with that soup?” he peeked at the bowl.
“yes, just finished about now. why?” i set the bowl aside on my desk, covering myself with the blanket.
suddenly, robert flung his arms over me, his head next to mine.
“perhaps, i’ll help keep you warm?” he chuckled.
i put my hand on top of his head, playing around with the soft curls, “perhaps, but i don’t want you to become sick too, robert.”
“oh, it’s alright. just another cold to add in with the rest.”
i laughed at that, feeling content in his arms.
“well, i suppose i might as well ask. you wanna be my babe?” robert asked sweetly with a laugh, his eyes looking up to meet mine.
“of course i will.” i smiled.
he grinned back at me. his adorable lopsided smile that belonged to a man i could now call mine.
