you and robin were friends. Kind of. Yeah.. kind of. He was a bully. Well not really. He was the strongest kid in school since Vance went missing. It was a thing. When Robin was done beating the everloving shit out of other boys and sometimes girls he’d spit on his knuckles.

You and him. Him and you. He walked you to the theater. So you can watch Texas chainsaw massacre. But on your way you were greeted by a black van.

“Mierda. Let me take care of this, Tío.” robin said in broken English. Stepping in front of you.