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Fuck it I love you

Summary:

Just robby and tory looking at the stars and burning next to eachothers and wanting to burn (metaphorically)

Notes:

When you fall in love with the moon, you don't care about the stars anymore.

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The stars were beautiful that september night, just like Tory, robby thought.
They were just laying down on grass looking at the stars and sometimes talking about few stuff.
They both aren't that good at recognising the stars or even knowing their name, so they just look at them and say "that's beautiful"
They were in a stupid park, with no people around.
It wasn't cold at all, since it was only the 9th of september, but just in case robby had a hoodie with him.
It wasn't for him tho, he brought it for her.
They weren't holding hands, since they just got back together a month and some days ago.
Even tho, both of them wanted to.
"Hey i'm sorry for that day" he didn't have to explain what day he was talking about because tory already knew.
The pool day.
The day they broke up.
"It's fine robby" but robby knew it wasn't fine because he literally gave her an ultimatum, and he regrets every single second of their break up and after.
"No its not" he said "i gave you an ultimatum"
"You just wanted to help, robby"
He was gonna go crazy if she was gonna call him robby another fucking time.
Before the break up, after they got together, Tory never caller robby "robby".
She called him "robs" because she knew that annoyed him and she loved to annoy him.
And he called her "tors" to annoy her.
It was something intimate between them, but now it all seems to be over.
Even if they are back together again, that closeness between them seems to be over.
There were now holes in their relationship, and robby knew it was his fault.
He shouldn't have give her an ultimatum.
But he did. And now he can't go back in time.
Even tho at the start of their relationship they were just kind of faking to make sam and miguel regret their moves, in june they became a little closer, and that was their favorite moment.
"I wish i could go back in time" robby said looking at her.
Fuck the stars, he wanted only to look at her all night.
She was the moon in a night full of beautiful stars.
And when you fall in love with the moon, you start ignoring the stars around.
"But you can't, robby" she said without even looking at him.
He was gonna go crazy.
He hated all of this. He ruined everything. He didn't deserve her.
They kept looking at the stars without talking to eachothers, but in fact robby was just looking at her.
Just like tory was just looking at him.
They were pretending to look at the stars, but instead they were looking at eachothers with no eye contact.
Minutes kept going, and those minutes felt like hours.
"It's kinda cold here, don't you think?" Tory asked interrupting that torture of not talking to eachothers, and robby was happy just to hear her voice.
"I have a hoodie" he said taking it "here you go".
She put it on. It had his smell and that hoodie seemed like it was made for her to borrow it from robby.
It was a green hoodie. Not a light green like robby's eyes or the grass they were laying on.
More like the green of a forest on the mountains. One of those mountains full of peace and nature, where it seems like human didn't discover it yet.
Only the front pocket was lighter. It was light green like...like a green apple.
Tory wondered why didn't she see that hoodie before.
That hoodie matched her long jeans so well, more than it would've match his grey jeans.
But it wasn't the best of a hoodie to wear when you're cold, because it didn't keep you warm that much so she was still cold.
"Aren't you cold?" She asked to a robby who was looking at the stars, but most of all he was thinking.
He was thinking about her.
When he heard her voice he instantly turned at her like nothing else was around.
"I like the cold" he said.
He like the cold outside but he didn't like the cold that was being between them.
He wanted to start a fire and make all this ice disappear.
He wanted to take her hand and burn with her.
"Tory" he called her "you're beautiful"
She blushed a little. Tory nichols was blushing.
"Thanks..." she said looking down.
She touched his hand for a second and they both felt like their hands were burning.
She kept it distant after it tho.
Fuck it.
Robby took her hand in his hand holding it like his life depends on it.
She didn't get it away tho, she left it there.
They both felt like they were burning alive, but they liked the feeling, so they didn't throw water on the fire.
"Robby"
"Yeah?"
"You're so gorgeous"
"Thank you"
Tory got her free hand on his chest turning her body on a side and looking into his eyes, that were a full labyrinth and she didn't know how to get away from it.
He turned his body on a side as well putting his free hand on her hip.
They were so close now.
Just a move and their lips would touch and they would be lost forever.
Fuck it, tory wanted to get lost. She did the move that deleted the closeness between them and their lips touched.
Their hands were still holding while they kissed.
And the stars became a full cinema and they were the movie.
And what a beautiful movie.
One of those movies that you don't want to finish watching, but you know it's going to end at some point.
And you keep watching the movie only thinking that you don't want it to end that you focus more on the time it will end instead of focusing on the movie.
Fuck the stars.
"Let's keep looking at the stars" robby then said interrupting the kiss and turning on his full body on his back.
"Fuck the stars. I don't wanna look at anything else than you" tory said.
That got robby off guard so he looked at her.
"Fuck it i love you" he then said, and that revelation got them both off guard.
"I-i mea..."
"I love you too" she said smiling.
They really do love eachothers.
Robby loved tory more than he loved skateboarding and Tory loved robby more than she loved fighting with people.
Their love was golden and the other colors are nothing compared to it.
They spent the rest of the night talking about everything that had happen, even if they talk about it all every single day.
They just want to hear the other's voice like it has to be the last thing they want to hear.
And it is, in fact.

Notes:

OK BYE HOPE YOU LIKED THIS EVEN THO IS SO SHORT. SORRY FOR MY BAD ENGLISH.

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