The One I Love
Lisanka
Well. . .I came up with the general idea for this one night and just had to write it. I seriously think that Bob x Randy is a pairing that could be explored more. The Outsiders belongs to S. E. Hinton. Please read and review!
Bob. Bob was dead.
Randy couldn't accept this. Bob, his best friend, the one he loved, was dead. Stabbed by a greaser. Stabbed, blood pouring out like water, dark and thick.
Bob. Cocky and scared, handsome and magnetic, somehow Randy had fallen for him. And he had never regretted it. Bob was glorious, truly a young god, bursting with vitality and charisma. And even if Bob couldn't be his, just being close to him was enough.
He held the stuffed bear that Bob had given him, from a night at the carnival, when they were sixteen. He had kept it hidden away in his closet for four years. Now he was clutching it, absently stroking the fur.
He could just kiss him, if he wanted to. Just lean over and kiss him. He had taken some sips of whiskey, he could blame it on the whiskey. But he couldn't. He was too scared. So he just let his head rest on Bob's shoulder, careful to avoid any other body contact.
Randy shuddered. He couldn't cry, couldn't cry. Not yet. Bob wasn't dead, wasn't stabbed by a greaser, he was not dead. He couldn't bear to-
Randy began sobbing, wild racking sobs that left him gasping for breath, wild and unceasing. Bob, whom he had thought of as a young god, charismatic and bold, someone who was strong, was dead. He was now rotting and most likely drained dry of blood.
He missed Bob. He missed Bob so much.
