Hi guys! So, this is a new story based on a prompt from kovacskata99 on twitter, so thank you for that! I saw it and knew I had to write it, even though I am quite busy on the writing front, what's one more story? If you want to follow me on twitter my username is lunaandtwilight07. :)

So I'm thinking both Robin and Regina are seniors in high school, meaning they are eighteen; Regina is a lone wolf whilst Robin is the most popular guy in school.

Anyway enjoy the first chapter!

Regina stared out of the window of the coach, leaning on her hand as they passed by never-ending rows of green fields; she hadn't asked to come on this trip, she didn't want to be here, she was being forced to come in a hopeful bid that it would 'help her improve her social skills', she had social skills, she just had little tolerance for certain people.

The people going on this trip were certainly in her little tolerance category and she knew that she wasn't going to enjoy this, not at all; none of the people she was friends with were coming, in fact they had all laughed at her misfortune. She wasn't a people person, that just wasn't her, why should she be made to suffer for that by having to come on this tedious trip?

She looked behind her to the back of the bus where all the 'cool kids' were being loud, she rolled her eyes and took her phone from her pocket, sending off a quick message to her friend, 'KILL ME NOW! PLEASE!'. She sat back in her seat, how come if their aim was to make her socialise more, they had made her sit next to a teacher, how did that work? She was stuck beside Mrs Nolan, truthfully there were worse teachers, but she still didn't see the point.

Suddenly something flew across the bus and hit her in the back of the head, she closed her eyes and shook her head before finding an apple core. She turned again to see who had thrown it.

"Will!" An accented voice yelled, "what the hell?"

"I didn't think it would actually hit her." He protested, "sorry."

She glared at him before sitting back down and plugging her ears with her earphones, needing something to block out the incessant chatter from the other students, the ones who had wanted to come on this trip. She should be more excited, it was an agricultural trip to a ranch, there would be horses and animals, but she already knew how to look after a horse and she certainly didn't need to go through the rigmarole of someone trying to teach her how.

Her phone binged and she looked down seeing a message from her best friend Tink, 'Deal with it. Haha. xxx' Regina rolled her eyes, how supportive; she tucked her phone in her pocket and stared back out of the window, this was going to be a long week, she knew it.

She flung her bag over her shoulder, adjusting the long fishtail plait that ran down one side, before following up at the back as everyone walked into the farmhouse they were staying in. Being the last she decided that instead of joining the stupidly long queue, she dropped her bag and looked at the horses as they trotted around a paddock. Part of her was determined to be a complete anti-socialist, just to annoy the teachers; where did they possibly get the idea that coming on a trip with a load of people she hated would improve her social skills?

One of the horses came up to her and she smiled, reaching out to stroke him, "hi there boy."

"Do you like horses?"

She turned to see a guy walking towards her, leading a horse behind him, "yes," she nodded, "urm, I need to go."

"See you around."

"Maybe," she looked down and grabbed her bag, before hurrying after her classmates. She was not in the mood for pleasantries and her mother had always taught her never to talk to strangers, well, her mother had told her never to talk to anyone, her mother was the reason she was like this in the first place, you tend to become antisocial when your mother insists that she should home-school you until High School.

Luckily the queue had gone down and she smiled at the elderly lady behind the desk, "hello dear, welcome to The Enchanted Forest Ranch, I'm Mrs Lucas, the owner. What's your name? I'll find out what room is yours."

"Regina Mills," she stated, playing with her plait.

"Okay Regina Mills, room 23; it's the only room on the top floor. You'll be having to share with one other student and you have an en-suite bathroom."

"Great," she sighed.

"What is it dear?" The lady asked.

"Travel sickness," she excused, "I think I just need a lay down."

"Why of course dear."

Regina ran a hand over her face and began the journey up the many flights of stairs until she reached the attic room, the three was hanging off slightly and she laughed humourlessly, before pushing it open, finding it empty. She slung her bag down on the massive four poster king sized bed, before flopping down next to it and pulling her boots off. She shuffled to the middle of the bed and laid back; was she going to have to share a bed with someone?

She looked across the room, it was simply furnished, an oak dresser on one side, a wardrobe, a large chair and an ottoman at the end of the bed. She noticed a bag that had been neatly placed by the door and a pair of shoes that looked rather large. She pulled a funny face and dismissed it, girls could have big feet, the thing was they didn't look like very girly shoes, not that she was judging their footwear choice. No, it was safe to say, Regina Mills was shocking at communicating with other people, even in her own head.

She heard a noise from the bathroom and turned to look at the door; when it opened her mouth dropped open and she sat up. "What the hell?!"

"Regina?"

"Robin?"

"Why are you in my room?"

"This is my room," she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"I'm pretty sure I was allocated this room."

"You were?" She asked. This was not good, no, out of all the guys she could accidentally be sharing with, it was Robin Locksley. The same Robin Locksley that she had secretly been in love with for the past four years, ever since she had been a freshman. His eyes had captivated her, the bright blues that shone; the thing was he was so confident, so popular and she, she was the opposite, she was the least popular person in the whole school and she was surprised that he even knew her name. "So was I," she sighed, playing with the thread that was coming loose on her knitted jumper.

"Oh, well, I guess it was just a mistake; they probably thought I was a girl or something," he laughed.

She didn't respond, just bit her lip. What were they going to do, she couldn't possibly stay in the same room as him, it would be frowned upon entirely. God forbid should her mother find out that she had been made to share with a boy, she would probably have an aneurism.

"It's okay, I'm sure they can sort it," he stated.

She looked up at him tilting her head, she didn't know what to say, she knew she should come back with some smart response, but she had never been alone in the same room with him before and it was causing her stomach to do somersaults, just the way his hypnotic voice bounced off the wooden beams and enchanted her.

"You don't say much, do you?"

"What would you like me to say?" She asked, "like you said, they'll sort it." Was it bad that part of her didn't want them to sort it and that she wanted to stay in the same room as him, share a bed with him? She thought so.

"I would just like to apologise for what Will did on the bus earlier, he can be a jerk."

"Yeah, well I'm used to it, it's what you get for being the freak of the school right."

"I don't think you're a freak."

"Really?" She rose her eyebrows, shaking her head, "I think you must be the only person who doesn't."

"I'm sure not; anyway, I'll go check about swapping rooms."

"Of course, wouldn't want to stay in the same room as the freak girl." She laughed, hopping off the bed, "I'll go, save you the trouble." She moved out of the room and headed back downstairs. This was crazy, she was in the same room, having to sleep in the same room as the guy she had the biggest crush on. She was kinda tempted not to ask about changing rooms, just to see what happened, not that anything was going to happen, because why would he like her? He wouldn't, that was the answer, someone like him, didn't like someone like her.

She reached the front desk and saw the lady, "excuse me."

"Hello dear."

"Hi," Regina tucked her hair behind her ear, "I don't suppose you have another room do you?"

"Oh I'm sorry, we are completely full; is there something wrong with the room?"

"Oh no, not the room, it's just…" she looked at the old lady and stopped, "never mind, the rooms perfect."

"That's good, can I help you with anything else?"

Regina shook her head, "no, everything's just fine." She walked away, she was going to have to share a room with Robin Locksley, sleep in the same bed as him! She didn't know if it was a dream come true or a nightmare; she'd be lying if she said she hadn't had dreams about him, about them together, she was blushing just thinking about it.

She was sure that the teachers didn't know that they were sharing a room, they would never allow mixed boarding, but it was just a misunderstanding and she wasn't going to tell them if he wasn't. Shaking her head, she carried on back up to the room, carefully she pushed open the door to see him sat in the chair in the corner, a bolt of lust shot through her and if her cheeks hadn't been red before, they certainly were now. "Hey," she sighed.

"Hey," he grinned, standing from the chair, "so which one of us is leaving?"

"Urm, yeah about that."

"What?"

"She said there were no more rooms," Regina shrugged.

"You mean we have to share?"

"Seems that way."

"Well are you okay with that?" He asked, "I'm not some creep, I promise." He held his hands up.

"I'm sure you aren't." She rose her eyebrows at him before pulling her boots back on; she had been in such a hurry to leave the room before that she had forgotten to put her shoes on and ended up going downstairs barefoot. "Doesn't mean I'm not," she quipped, standing up and moving over to the door.

"Where are you going?" Robin asked.

"I am not sticking around here," she scoffed leaving the room.

Regina walked into the stables and found a dapple-grey mare, she wandered over to it and placed her hand on its nose. Maybe she had underestimated this trip, she had thought it was going to be boring, but so far it had been anything but, she was getting to share the bed with a hot guy, the same guy she was in love with. She knew he was a lovely person because he helped everyone, he was always doing selfless things, not that she stalked him, she just knew that he was a genuine guy. Was this her chance? Did she stand one? Probably not.

Sighing she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and walked out, heading to the dining room, realising that it was time for them to go for dinner. She sat down, alone, watching the others talk and laugh, she rolled her eyes and then saw him, he was with Will Scarlet and the rest of his gang and he looked like he was having a great time. She pushed the food around on her plate, although she normally loved lasagne she wasn't in the mood, she was just thinking about how in less than an hour she was going to have to go to bed and somehow get to sleep with him lying beside her.

She was still staring at Robin when he looked over at her, flashing her a smile, she looked away, staring back down at her plate. Darn, he had just caught her looking at him, he probably thought she was some weirdo who just sat alone and watched people, which kinda was exactly what she was doing.

"Regina." A judging voice called from behind her.

She groaned and turned to see Dr Hopper, the teacher who had insisted her presence on this trip. "Hi."

"Why are you sat alone?"

"Apparently, I'm contagious," she quipped, rolling her eyes. "Either that or they think I'll eat them for lunch." She laughed.

"Not funny," he shook his head.

"Oh come on sir, I thought that was a good one," she cast him a bitter sweet smile, "I told you I didn't want to come and yet, you still forced me."

"I thought it would be good for you."

"Yes, you did, I told you that I was happy as I was, but no, apparently, I won't get into college unless I become more social, however that works."

"That wasn't what I said," Dr Hopper sighed, "I think you may be overreacting."

"Okay sir," she stood up from her seat, "I think I'm going to go to my room now, I'm not hungry." She picked up her plate and took it over to the washing up station before retreating to her room, the room she shared with Robin.

Whist he wasn't there, she took the time to choose her side of the bed, picking the right side, she sat down and saw his jacket on the end of the bed. She looked around as if someone was going to catch her, she crawled over to it and picked it up, bringing it to her, nose she inhaled the scent of fresh cut pine trees and sighed, it was magical and intoxicating, just like everything else about him. Then she heard the door go and chucked the jacket away from her before standing up and pretending to rifle through her bag.

Robin came through the door. "Hey, I just came for my cards, the boys are playing in the entertainment room downstairs, wanna join in?"

"Me?" she asked raising her eyebrows, "I think I'll pass thanks, I kind of want an early night."

"Okay," he shrugged, "worth the ask."

No sooner had he been back, he'd gone again, leaving her alone in the room. She sighed and picked up her towel before heading into the bathroom, she hadn't looked at it before, but it was pretty impressive, there was a massive old style tub in the middle of the room and a shower at the other side. She locked the bathroom door before turning on the water and allowing it to reach the right temperature, before peeling off her clothes and stepping in.

She luxuriated in the feel of the hot water running over her skin, closing her eyes, her fingers worked her hair, releasing her plait from its restraint, allowing her dark hair to fall to the middle of her back. She needed to think about this whole situation, maybe she could fall asleep before he got back, that way she wouldn't have to deal with him, or the awkwardness, but who was she kidding, there was no way she'd be able to fall asleep knowing that he would be coming into the room and getting into bed beside her.

She picked up the bottle of shampoo, it was apple scented, ironic really considering that earlier that day she'd had an apple thrown at her, but it was supposed to be soothing, so she used it. She ran it through her hair and rinsed it before washing her body and turning off the water. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped it around her and picked up her toothbrush, brushing her teeth as she walked out of the bathroom; she needed to get her pyjamas from her bag. It was only then that she remembered which ones she had brought, they weren't pyjamas, she had brought a black silk slip with lace trim, what an idiot, how could she have been so stupid?

She quickly pulled it over her head and then put on a pair of panties, should she wear a bra? Probably, but that wasn't exactly comfy, he wouldn't know, would he? She wasn't planning on him seeing her, she would be under the quilt. Shaking her head, she plugged in her hair dryer before getting into bed and beginning to dry her hair with one hand, whilst she brushed it with the other. She closed her eyes as she did and didn't notice the door open; when she did open her eyes she jumped, Robin was stood in the doorway staring at her, his eyes wide.

She turned off the hairdryer and he snapped back into reality. "Sorry," he shook his head, "thought I'd catch an early night too."

"I see," she smiled shyly, as he grabbed his bag and retreated to the bathroom. Had he been checking her out, how long had he been stood there before she noticed? She leant out of bed to unplug the hair dryer and brushed her hair a little more, then shuffled further under the covers and closed her eyes. She could hear him moving around in the other room, hear the running water of the shower; that meant that behind those doors, the man of her dreams was naked, she shook her head, she could not think like that when he was going to be sleeping in the same bed as her.

She had one hand under her pillow and was facing the bathroom door with one eye open a little, the door opened and she saw that he was literally wearing his boxers and nothing else, oh god, he was just as hot as she had dreamt, if not hotter. Then the lights turned off, he must have thought she was asleep already; he slipped into the opposite side and she took a shuddery breath. God this was so hard, being so close to him, having him right there, she kept in the opposite direction and scrunched her eyes together. If she moved she would literally be touching him, she discreetly turned her head to see that he had his back to her.

She needed to pull herself together, it was just sleeping for Christ's sake, it would be fine, she could do it, she was a strong independent woman and she couldn't allow herself to be so affected by a man. She closed her eyes and buried into the pillow, she was tired, but at the same time she couldn't sleep, not when he was there. She shuffled a little more, looking at him again, he hadn't really moved from his position which was reassuring.

She must have laid there for over an hour floating in and out of consciousness before sleep finally claimed her and somehow, during the night they had drifted closer. Robin had turned to face her and she had backed up into him, resulting in his arm going around her; she had snuggled against him, subconsciously threading her fingers with his and resting their hands on her stomach. They settled like this for the rest of the night, holding one another close, something that was bound to give them a slight shock come morning.

To be continued.