RINNEY COLLECTION

Math tutor

A/n: I deleted all my old fanfics sry they were too cringe and couldn't be salvaged

Just like he promised, Finney was going to help Robin with his math homework. The whole day seemed to fly by, as the only thing Finney could seem to remember was standing alone in the bathroom with Robin, who was wrapping up his bleeding knuckles. They were talking about the texas chainsaw massacre before the conversation seemed to switch to his grades.

"Hey uh- think you got time to stop by my house after school?" Robin had said with that sly smile on his face, leaning against the bathroom stall door.

"Is it math again?"

"Mr. Johnson talks too fast. He doesn't explain it right, not like you," Robin leaned off the wall and took a step forward closer to Finney, "Can you walk me through it? If i get another F im suspended," Finney smiled softly at him, nodding with understandment.

"Yeah, sure"

Once school was over, Robin walked alongside Finney and Gwen following the gate of the fence. Robin and Gwen were having a meaningless conversation about some sort of drama in her class, and Finney was almost 100% sure Robin wasn't all that interested but engaging himself anyways. He was so spaced out at that point, when he snapped back she was almost finished with her story and he was still just as confused.

"And she blamed it ALL ON ME? What a bitch!"

"Literally such a bitch," Robin agreed kicking a stray stone off the sidewalk.

"It was nice talking to you and all, but i gotta go. Todays friday so i'm sleeping over Susie's. Sorry Finney," Gwen said stopping in the middle of the sidewalk.

"It's fine, i'll look after dad," He really, really didn't want to.

"I'll be home in the morning!" Gwen called out and she began skipping in the opposite direction. "AND DON'T EAT ALL THE ICE CREAM!"

Now it was just the two of them, Finney and Robin walking a different route to Robins house as promised. With every step he only felt as if the bag hanging by his side was getting heavier, and the sun was beating down harder making the heat a little less bearable than usual. Or maybe it was just him, and the occasional glances he'd send Robins way, thinking he didn't notice. While he felt like breaking out in a sweat, Robin practically glowed. It was distracting to say the least. At this point he memorised the curve of Robins lips, and the way his hair fell around his neck, bouncing with every step he took. It had grown out a bit, and it was getting noticeable. Finney hoped he'd never cut it. Robin turned his head to catch the eyes staring at him, and grinned with a knowing look. Like he knew something Finn didn't, but was keeping it a secret. The small glint in his eyes said so.

"What're you looking at hm?" Robin asked his voice laced with playfulness. He shied away from Robin, and turned his attention back to the street in front of them.

"It's nothing"

"Didn't seem like nothing," Robin said laughing, and bumped his side against Finney as they walked. "I know i'm good looking and all but damn Finn"

Finney was sure he was gonna die.

"HUH??" His face was practically on fire from the embarrassment as he stumbled for an excuse. Without anything even being said, Robin seemed satisfied with this answer.

"C'mon, i'll race you"

Before He could even process those words, Robin took off sprinting towards his house. He didn't even know they were already there.

Inside they were greeted by Robin's mom, who presses a wet kiss onto her son's cheek. (He wiped it off when she wasn't looking). Their home was cosy. Messy sure, but a home. Dirty plates were still in the sink, and leftovers were left out on the small table in the kitchen. But it didn't really matter, because it still felt like home. His mom pointed her finger at the two of them with a sudden stern look.