A/N Inspiration finally hit me last night when I was in the middle of eating Ben & Jerry's, lol, and thus this update was born.
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Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, nor do I own Ben &Jerry's or Häagen-Dazs.
They had a ritual: whenever one of them was upset or confused or angry one of them, usually whoever it was that was having the problem would head over to the nearest grocery store and pick up two pints of Ben & Jerry's ice cream. As far as Courtney and Robin were concerned Ben and Jerry were the only guys a girl could really count on, excluding Jason and maybe Sonny.
Shortly after exiting the penthouse apartment Robin shared with her cousin she headed toward the supermarket, the walk wasn't too long; the store was maybe fifteen minutes away by foot, ten if she hurried. The brunette wasn't in much of a rush though, she knew she should be, considering she was pretty much dead if Jason happened to check on her and found out she wasn't in her bedroom, especially since she was still grounded from the last time she snuck out.
Robin was however reasonably certain that Courtney was up to the task of keeping Jason distracted for at least a half an hour. She had never failed before, after all. Robin allowed her thoughts to wander back to the incident in the filing room earlier that day, Patrick's words kept echoing in her head: "Y'know, Robin, I'm not so bad." She wondered what he meant by that, what did he expect her to say? Did he want to be friends? Or something else…something more? And more importantly what did she want?
Robin shoved these thoughts aside as she entered the store, she headed immediately to the far left side of the store where the frozen food aisles were located. The short brunette quickly spied the freezer that held the Ben & Jerry's ice cream, it was located in between the Häagen-Dazs freezer and one filled with various specialty kinds of ice cream including Italian Gelato packaged in cute plastic containers which normally would've prompted further examination had Robin not been on an important mission.
Robin pulled open the freezer and immediately grabbed a pint of Phish Food for herself, and Chubby Hubby for Courtney. She then headed for the register and purchased the two containers of ice cream. Robin moved a little faster on the walk home as she had no interest in causing her ice cream to melt before she got a chance to eat it.
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"Robin's been pretty quiet; maybe I should go check on her." Jason mused already beginning to rise from his spot on the couch.
"I'll go." Courtney said quickly causing Jason to shoot her a suspicious look.
"That's okay, I'll go."
"Just give me a chance to talk to her, see what's bothering her, you know? Maybe she'll tell me, if I talk to her alone." Courtney responded stopping Jason from going to check on Robin and finding what Courtney suspected would be an empty bedroom, because if she knew Robin (and she did) her friend had probably gone somewhere to think about whatever it was that was bothering her.
"Fine," Jason said before pausing. "I need to leave in ten minutes for a meeting, so hurry it up, and tell Robin to come down here when you've finished."
"Um. Sure." Courtney said getting up and heading toward the stairs, she really hoped she had been wrong for once, because otherwise Robin was going to be in big trouble. Courtney didn't bother to knock before she barged into her friend's bedroom, she was fairly certain that it was empty anyways.
As it turned out, she was half right, because Robin had certainly left the apartment, but when Courtney opened the door she found her friend climbing into the room through the window.
"Hey, Court." Robin said. "Take this bag, I brought ice cream." She said handing the bag to her friend before lowering herself completely into the room.
"Jason's downstairs, and he's about to leave, he wants you to come down and say goodbye, personally, I think he knows you left and he wants to catch you, you better head down there and see him before you get grounded again." Courtney said by way of greeting.
"Alright, I'll go down there now, once he leaves it'll just be me, you, Ben, Jerry and reality t.v. Okay?" Robin said before swiftly exiting her bedroom.
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"You wanted me?" Robin asked doing her best to look innocent.
"Yeah," Jason responded looking mildly surprised that she had apparently not snuck out at least not as far as he knew. "I'm leaving, I have a meeting, I should be back in a couple of hours, okay?"
"Yeah, okay, bye." Robin responded. "See you in a few hours." She said all but pushing him toward the door.
"Are you okay, Robin?" Jason asked.
"I'm fine." Robin said firmly. "Now go, you wouldn't want to be late to your meeting would you?" She said.
Courtney joined her friend downstairs as soon as she heard the sound of the door closing. "I'll get the spoons." She said heading toward the kitchen after depositing the bag Robin had brought with her on the coffee table. Upon returning with the spoons Courtney handed one to Robin before plopping down on the couch and pulling the container of Chubby Hubby out of the bag and grabbing the remote control off the coffee table. Robin sat down next to her and peeled the plastic seal off her own ice cream before accepting the spoon Courtney was holding out to her.
Courtney flipped through the channels before locating a dance show that she and Robin often watched and turning up the volume. Courtney eyed her friend but did not question her as to what was bothering her, it was part of their routine that they never questioned what was wrong with the other, instead they would wait for the other to talk when they wanted to.
Robin was currently picking the chocolate fishes out of her ice cream; she always picked them out and left them in a pile on the lid of the ice cream to eat last. Courtney usually made a point of making fun of her friend for her OCD style ice cream eating to which Robin would reply by making fun of Courtney's choice in ice cream which she insisted tasted disgusting.
Robin felt her eye start to twitch as one of the judges compared yet another dance to "street" dancing, she seriously doubted there was anything street about the Quick Step, but the judge seemed to feel the need to mention her love of street dancing in every single critique. Robin mentioned as much to Courtney causing the blond to laugh appreciatively before turning back to her ice cream.
"What did he mean by that?" Robin burst out in the middle of one judge's critique.
"He meant the dance was bad." Courtney replied raising an eyebrow at her friend.
"Not him," Robin replied. "Patrick."
"Patrick?" Courtney asked.
"We were sorting files and we got in this argument and all of a sudden he was like 'y'know Robin I'm not that bad.' What did he mean by that?" Robin exclaimed.
"I don't know, Rob,"
"And, another thing, he kept calling me Robbie, like we're friends or something, and just a couple of days ago it seemed like he couldn't stand me, but then he's all like 'I'm not so bad' how am I supposed to respond? What does he want me to think?"
"Maybe he likes you." Courtney said softly. "You know how guys are, they always tease girls they like, and…"
"That's absurd." Robin interrupted. "There's no way he would like me, not that I'd want him to, but…"
"Are you sure?" Courtney asked.
"No. I'm not. To be honest I'm not really sure of anything."
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