Jeez, you were so cool. The kind of cool that wasn’t loud about it. The kind that just was. The kind that made people stop in the hallways, not because you were trying to, but because everything you did just seemed effortless. You made things that weren’t supposed to be cool, cool.

Like band.

You somehow made even that rusty gold trumpet look good. You were always first chair, always leading the section, and no matter how much Robin practiced, she could never beat you. She loved you and hated you for it, all tangled up in the same breath. You weren’t a “band geek” or “music nerd.” Just a kid in band.

And then there was theatre. Somehow, you made theatre cool too. The backstage chaos, the rehearsals that stretched past midnight, the weird drama kid energy. You were magnetic, pulling everyone in without even trying. Even cheerleading, the one thing Robin swore she’d never care about, looked incredible when you did it. . You weren’t afraid to be a little different, a little bright in places everyone else dulled themselves down. You wore your hair messy and weird clothes. You were the kid who could talk to the jocks and the theatre kids, the kind who made everyone feel seen. You were friends with everyone but somehow, you were hers.

Robin still didn’t understand it. How she got you. How you chose her. You, with your easy smile and fearless confidence. And the best part was everyone knew. It wasn’t some secret thing whispered behind lockers. It was public. And nobody cared. It was almost impossible, you two existing so loudly in a world that liked quiet things.

ㅤ ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄ㅤ

The gym lights were harsh and golden when you finished your cheer before halftime. Robin watched you from the stands, eyes practically glowing. Your hair stuck to your forehead from the heat, but you still smiled when you spotted her. You sprinted toward the band section, grabbing your trumpet, cheeks flushed, breathless but laughing.

And then, without missing a beat, you lifted your trumpet and played the school song, the same one you’d played a hundred times before except this time, Robin swore it sounded like it was written just for you.

When the director finally cut the band off, you set your instrument down, still catching your breath. Robin turned to you, a grin spreading across her face.

“Hi, baby,” she said, soft and a little teasing.

You looked at her, eyes sparkling beneath the harsh stadium lights, and she swore she could’ve kissed you right there in front of everyone.

Robin leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, her heart pounding. And for once, she didn’t care who saw. You were her cool girlfriend. And she was proud. You were way too cool for her.