Band Geek and Skater Girl ~ Robin X Y/N

Knowing and Getting

A/N so I hope this is sounding good so far. Enjoy!

Robin's POV
"What am I gonna do? She knows for sure now". I pace around picking up tapes and placing them at different shelves. Steve stares at me with raised eyebrows. "Robin she doesn't. She gave you her name and said it's for the record. Probably like you always do you stand there looking confused or panicked". He said. He's not wrong. He doesn't know what he wants but he can have anything. I know what I want but don't know how to get it. I can't get caught. I'll become the strangest thing is this town which is saying something. Stupid society. I lean against a poster. "Sometimes I wonder if people truly like me but because I'm that stubborn and my brain doesn't comprehend social cues I don't see it. You know? Like a girl could walk in blatantly tell me she's in love with me and I could go ok. Like seriously why doesn't my brain work for that? My little genius ears take it up I swear. I'm doing that thing again aren't I?" I turn a and Steve is standing there with a smirk. "Yep". I hit my face. "Screw you Harrington". He laughs and stands next to me. "Buckley. It's ok". I scramble his hair. "WHY?! That was uncalled for!" He shouts. I laugh. "That's more precious to you than your kids. Henderson would be in tears right now. Although he's got Eddie". He looks at me. "Shush I'm your only friend. And I just happen to be a good babysitter". I laugh and nod my head sarcastically. "I'm serious". He says. "I know". He changed the subject. "Why do you care if she knows. I'm friends with Y/N and the only person they would tell is me". I look at Steve. "Do you like her?" He asks. "No just.." I bite my lip and look down. "What?" He asks. "You get to prance around and date whatever girl you want. I can't do that Steve. I hold hands with a girl and I become a laughing stock and a disgrace. For my entire life I will have to hide away and not be able to kiss a girl goodnight or get married because people like me don't get that". I look down again. Steve hugs me. "I'm sorry". I start to giggle. "Look at you. Softy Harrington". He releases me. He walks away pointing at me. "Well now you've lost that privilege". I laugh. Me and him are best friends. But always Platonic with a capital P