𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙆 𝙋𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙎 2

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 - 𝐫.𝐚

REQUESTED: MEE
THEME: Very fluffy/ slight angst
WARNINGS: Kissing

(this is a timeline of you and robins love story journey thingy, but it's very long
like 2k words 😭 but it's very cute and fluffy
pay attention to the ages on the time skips)

— 📦 ROBINS POV
5 years old !

"¡Quiero ir a casa!" I yelled at my mama, telling her I wanted to go home. "We're home, Robin. This is our home now" she replied, as she dug her pocket knife into a box, tearing it open and unpacking our belongings onto shelves.

"¡No!" I protested, and she turned to me with a frustrated expression. "Mijo, English. We're in America now, not Mexico. It's time to use our English" she reminded me, still maintaining her accent, but speaking English more frequently.

I didn't want to be here; I wanted to go back home, our real home. Not this unfamiliar place where I had no friends. Everything I loved was in Mexico, and now I couldn't have any of it.

Crossing my arms, I shot a rude look at my mama before storming upstairs to my bedroom. It was lacking any personal touches, just plain furniture and mundane items. I couldn't help but notice that my window faced our neighbor's, allowing them to peer into my room just as easily as I could see into theirs.

Later, my mama told me I could play outside, which lifted my mood slightly, but I was still upset and angry. Sitting on the driveway, I grumbled about being stuck in this boring town.

That's when I heard footsteps. I turned and saw the neighbor's front door open, and a girl emerged, wearing pink overalls, yellow gum boots, and a little hat. I frowned as I watched her play in the garden, her laughter filling the air as she interacted with the flowers.

She glanced up and our eyes met. She furrowed her brow, and her mouth opened in surprise. I quickly looked away, tucking my hair behind my ear. Suddenly, she dashed over to me, a small smile on her face. "Who are you? You must be my new neighbour" she exclaimed.

I nodded, feeling hesitant to engage with this unfamiliar girl. Her shoulder-length hair swayed in the wind. "Name?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Robin" I mumbled, and she raised her eyebrows. "You sound different..." she observed, making me frown and pull a face. She sounded different, not me.

"I don't sound different!" I frowned, but she just smiled and reached out to touch my hair. "Your hair is like mine" she remarked, running her fingers through it. "Where are you from?" she asked.

"Mexico" I replied, shifting away from her touch. "That's so cool!" she exclaimed, nodding in approval. "I think we'll be great friends, Robin. Our windows are right next to each other!" she pointed out excitedly.

Looking up at my room, I couldn't help but smile slightly. Then, she extended her hand towards me. "Will you be my friend?" she asked, offering a handshake.

I hesitated for a moment before slowly placing my hand in hers. She shook it eagerly. "We're going to be best friends, forever" she declared with a wide grin. I allowed myself to smile back.

— 💋 YEARS LATER
8 years old | Y/ns pov

I sat on my bed with Robin next to me, enjoying card games and munching on junk food. "Don't tell my mama about the food, I stole it from our pantry" he confessed with a cheeky grin, making me laugh.