A/N I'm sorry for the obnoxiously long wait people. Thanks for your patience. Here's an update. School's almost over, I shall devote more time to this story now.

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Dedication: To Kristy, Jasmine, KKK-DouBLe-KaeKae, Ella, PH2W, SoCaLBabe, and LuVtOdAnCe, for their lovely reviews despite my horridness -ly slow updating.

"This is all your fault." Robin commented as she sorted the file of Johnson, Abraham.

"And, how exactly did you arrive at the conclusion?" Patrick asked raising an eyebrow at her as he reached around her to sort the file of Branson, James.

"Do I really need to explain this to you?" Robin asked in a tone that clearly indicated that she thought he was rather stupid for having to ask.

"Yes, considering the fact that it was you who punched me in the nose."

"Shut up." Robin said with a glare choosing not to get into the same argument yet again. They had conducted that particular argument fifty-nine times since they had been assigned the task of filing every single chart that was not currently in use as punishment for their behavior.

"C'mon, Robbie, don't be so crabby, one would almost get the impression that you don't like me!" Patrick exclaimed clutching his chest dramatically as he feigned hurt.

"Wherever could someone get an idea like that?" Robin said sarcasm dripping from every letter. "And don't call me Robbie."

"Why, I'm just trying to give you a pet name, to encourage our blossoming friendship…" Patrick said grinning widely down at her.

"Fine, then, let me give you a nice, little pet name…" Robin said smiling evilly. "I don't know how I will ever find a name that can accurately describe your, uh, attributes." She continued. "Oh, wait, I can, Dumbass."

"Your words have wounded me to my very core!" Patrick exclaimed putting on an affronted look. Robin scowled at him and glanced from him to the ten crates of charts to be sorted and back again. She then promptly began hitting her head against the door.

"Why?" She asked pausing in her abuse of her skull. "Why, are you doing this to me, God?" She queried looking toward the ceiling.

"Why, my dear Robbie, are you implying that being in my wonderful company is some sort of punishment?" Patrick asked.

"No, of course not, I'm hitting my head against the wall because I am just so overjoyed to be in your presence." Robin answered in a sardonic tone.

"That's good; I would hate to think you would rather be somewhere else." Patrick responded grinning at her cheekily.

"I hate you." Robin said flatly before making her way over to one of the many crates crowding the room to grab another stack of files.

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"Poke."

"…"

"Poke."

"…"

"Poke."

"…"

"Poke."

"…"

"Jaaaaasoooooon." Courtney said deliberately drawing out the others name to annoy him.

"Yes?" Jason asked calmly.

"It's no fun when you don't get annoyed." Courtney said with an irritated huff.

"I know. That's how I ensure you stop." Jason replied with a slight smile.

"What're we doing tonight?" Courtney questioned.

"Well, you're staying over here, because Sonny's out of town and he thinks you'll burn the house down." Jason responded.

"A girl sets fire to the kitchen one time and she's suddenly a pyro." Courtney muttered.

"Try five times. Not including the times your blow dryer overheated and set fire." Jason corrected.

"How was I supposed to know toaster pastries were flammable?" Courtney questioned.

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"That's IT! I can't take it anymore!" Robin exclaimed, three and a half hours of listening to Patrick finally having got to her.

"Ooh, someone's getting a tad temperamental, aren't they?"



"I am going to KILL you." Robin said narrowing her eyes at the other teen.

"Now, now, Robbie, control your temper."

"I'm leaving." Robin said in response attempting to climb over several crates in order to get to the door of the small filing room. She only succeeded in tripping over a crate and tumbling straight into Patrick, knocking them both to the ground.

"We seem to be spending quite a bit of time in this position." Patrick murmured after several silent moments drifted by. The two were now so close that their noses were touching.

"Uhm…sorry." Robin said softly attempting to push herself off of him as she turned bright red.

"Y'know, Robin, I'm not so bad." Patrick informed her quietly. She didn't respond having managed to get off him, having managed that she promptly fled the room, mumbling that she would see him the next day.

"I know." Robin admitted it only when she was in the elevator far, far, away from the other teen. She was met at the door to the hospital by her guards who eyed the abnormally quiet girl for a moment before deciding that she probably didn't want to talk about it and following her toward the waiting car.

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"What's up with you?" Courtney asked her brunette friend who was currently picking half-heartedly through her plate of Chinese take-out.

"Nothing." Robin responded in a flat tone.

"That's really believable." Jason replied.

"Did something happen at the hospital today?" Courtney asked.

"Did Drake do something to you?" Jason demanded the look on his face promising death to anyone who had dared to hurt his cousin.

"No." Robin answered. "My day was the same as usual, I went to school, went to tennis, headed over to the hospital where I proceeded to get in my usual sixty plus arguments with Patrick. Nothing unusual to report."

"Uh-huh." Jason replied clearly unconvinced.

"Really, I'm fine; I just have a bit of a headache. I'm going to go upstairs and lay down for a while." Robin replied, setting down her half-eaten plate of take-out and heading upstairs to her room.

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Dear ?,

What is this anyway? I don't want to say diary because that makes me sound like some childish preteen, and journal makes me sound like, well, I don't know what, but I don't want to write that either.

I'll just settle with Dear ?, then.

Anyway, I think I'm losing my mind. You see, I maybe, kind of, perhaps, don't completely hate Patrick.

Maybe.

I need to think. Argh. Hmm.

With that, Robin flipped her journal shut, shoved it into her backpack-purse and strode over to her window. She quickly shoved it open and climbed out onto the fire escape; she closed it almost all the way, leaving it barely open so that she would be able to get in again. Hopefully, Jason wouldn't check on her for a while.

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