talk to me; | robin skinner/cavetown

[nine]

(your point of view)
[crush culture - conan gray]

robin hasn't been texting me for five days straight. last friday, i even went to his house to see if he was there, mrs. skinner told me he wasn't there.

i tried texting him, but he just kept on "seen"-zoning me.

"helo"
seen

"um.. aren't u gonna say hi too?"
seen

"oy"
"don't ignore me"
"robin"
"rob"
"robbie"
"robbeebo"
"if you ignore me, i'd be glad to strangle you when i see you."
"rOBIN"
seen

i ignored him instead and went straight to school with kia and deishauna.

"maybe he's just busy?" deishauna questioned while the three of us were walking around the school.

"maybe he's doing a cover.." kia suggested. "i mean, he is a youtuber, right?"

"he's probably busy doing a cover or went somewhere to do something.." deishauna added.

"well," i sighed. "i guess so.. but, even though he makes a cover or something, he always texts me. i don't know.. it's just, without robin, i feel a little sad?" my voice got really small.

"we've been there, trust me." kia replied. "my day would never be complete if i didn't talk to shauna."

"yep," deishauna answered. "it's normal feeling that way. don't worry though, he'll text you back soon."

"okay.." i got a little disappointed.

"perhaps, you like him.. do you?" kia asked.

"please, dear god, no." i grumbled. "i do not like him nor do i have a crush on him."

"aren't those two the same thing?" deishauna questioned.

"well to me, it isn't. having a crush is temporary while liking someone means their feelings for them are way more deeper." i explained, kia looked like she was mind blown.

"makes sense.." kia replied.

the school bell suddenly rang.

"gotta go.." i ran and went to the classroom.

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as science ended, we started waiting for mr. skinner to come in.

i didn't bother listening to my music nor check my phone out so, i took my sketchpad out instead and drew doodles of words.

i brought the ukulele that my grandpa gave me when i turned ten. the ukulele was still in a good condition.

mr. skinner went inside the classroom with a smile on his face as he looked through the door.

"good morning, class." mr. skinner greeted. "good morning, mr. skinner." the class greeted back.

"so, did anyone bring their imstruments?" he asked, the others didn't bring one while some people got their guitars, flutes, recorders, etcetera..

"okay, so the students who don't have an instrument with them, i would like all of you to meet robin." mr. skinner called which caught my attention.

robin went inside the classroom while he was holding his black guitar, awkwardly waving at everyone.

"hi." he greeted. he suddenly noticed me sitting in the middle of the class and gave me a childish grin, i just glared at him.

"he will be our assistant teacher for today." mr. skinner added, the girls started whispering things to each other making me annoyed.