This installment is extra shitty with a side of badly written, just warning you.

Senior Year

When senior rolled around, Robbie and Beck had every class together. Every. Single. Class. When Robbie had thought his luck couldn't get shittier, he was paired up with Beck for a nearly month long project in Honors English.

"Fuck," Robbie muttered under his breath. Beck turned in his seat and winked. He fucking winked again. What was with that boy and winking?

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A couple of days later, Beck went over to Robbie's so that they could touch base about their assignment. As soon as he walked in the door, Robbie's mom was all over him, "Oh my Goodness! We haven't seen you in ages, Beck! Look how big you've gotten!" She gushed.

Robbie came dashing down from upstairs, "It's only been a few months, mom." He rolled his eyes.

"But it seems like an eternity…" She hugged Beck so tightly, he thought that he was going to explode.

"I'd love to catch up, Mrs. S but Rob and I have some work to do."

"Oh,of course!" She let go of Beck, letting him follow Robbie upstairs, "I'll be in my office if you boys need anything!"

"Thanks mom," Robbie hollered down as he led Beck up to his attic bedroom. For his sixteenth birthday, his father and some of his friends renovated the attic so that Robbie could live in it. It was like an apartment almost, with a kitchenette and its own bathroom. Beck would kill for such a kickass room like that.

"So," Robbie shut the door behind Beck, his hands awkwardly in his pockets.

"This is awkward," Book looked at his shoes, which suddenly had become very interesting.

"Tell me about it," Robbie scoffed, tossing Beck a beer from the mini fridge.

Beck hesitantly took the beer, "Dude, it's Tuesday…and your mom's downstairs."

"So?" Robbie shrugged and took a gulp, slumping into the sofa.

Beck placed his beer on the coffee table, "You haven't been acting like yourself lately, Rob."

This made Robbie burst out laughing, "As if you know me at all."

"Dude, you're my best friend."

"Bullshit."

Beck threw his hands up, "What the fuck is your problem?"

"You," Robbie said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Up until that moment, it hadn't been. "You say you don't want to be with me, but you do shit like wink at me. Make up your fucking mind," A couch cushion flew past Beck's head.

"What's wrong with what we had before?"

"We both have our separate relationships. You love Jade and I…don't want to hurt Mona. I can't be your fuck buddy, Beck. As much as I fucking want to, I can't. It isn't right."

'But it feels right,' Beck thought. His thoughts were starting to sound like they were out of a supermarket romance novel. "Yeah."

Robbie ran a hand through his curly hair, Beck yearned to do the same, "Sorry, Beck."

"Can we at least still make out?" Beck asked, only half joking.

A partial smile formed on Robbie's face, "You wish, now about that English project…"