robin’s head was in your lap as your hands massaged her scalp

she was thinking of how insanely lucky she was to have you. it didn’t make sense. you were so perfect. practically the most popular girl in school, head cheerleader, and she was just some band loser

she’d been silent for a while so you leaned down to kiss her forehead

“you’re quiet. what’s going on inside that brilliant mind of yours?”

she blushed lightly before responding “i just don’t get what you’re doing with a loser like me”