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Rain pelting softly against leaves and the cement ground outside, could be clearly heard through the open window. Soft artificial light bathed him as he hopelessly stared at a blank document which was open on his computer. The blinking cursor mocked him.

He gently shifted on the bed pressing a fist against his cool forehead. The cool air drifting through the open window felt nice compared to his stuffy room – which had only become uncomfortably stuffy when he had decided to write a letter.

This wouldn't have been his first attempt at one either… he had begun but never finished multiple letters in last eight months. He would always come up with excuses for not following through like:

It's too soon.

She hates me.

Why am I wasting my time… and hers?

I said I wouldn't.

Who writes letters anymore?

The most recent had been: it's been eight months, Robbie. Like you told her too she has probably moved on. The young man let a sigh escape his lips and he moved the lap top from his lap. He then swung his legs off the bed, he wondered into the bathroom outside of his bedroom. He closed its door behind him and clicked on the light, illuminating the room with a dim light bulb. He took in his reflection in the bathroom's mirror, before reaching for a glass on the counter and filling it with tap water. He quickly down the liquid in one go and then another and another, until he had quenched his thirst a little.

He ran a hand through the light fuzz of returning hair on his head, his mind once again on a certain blue eyed girl. His thoughts of her had become a lot more intense lately – so intense the ridiculous idea of writing her a letter had entered his mind again. Let her live her life. He mentally scolded himself.

His lips turned downward in a frown. He was completely aware as to why the thoughts of her wouldn't leave him alone as of recently.

He was going home… back to LA.

HA()

His mother is a talker. Not a talker like Cat, who talked about off the wall things and could be fairly amusing and adorable most of the time. No, his mother is a complainer… one who could find anything to complain about. It wasn't very difficult for the woman to talk through the whole flight back to LA and complain about everything. Robbie hoped to never have to travel with his mother again.

Robbie had an itch. An itch to escape from his mother, and actually talk to someone, not talked at. Which was the reason as soon as the landed L.A.X he was combing the crowd with his eyes for his father. Not his dad, but his father… Anthony. He was going to spend a few weeks at Anthony's house, to catch up while his mother tried to patch things up with her husband who she had lied to for years. He wished her luck on that one…

Taylor was waving to him and he bid farewell to his mother, who was already distracted by a phone call but he received a hug and a peck on the cheek.

"Anthony had to work, so I came to pick you up." Taylor greeted him as he approached her. "How are you feeling and how was your flight?" She asked after hugging him.

"I'm fine… for now and the flight was uneventful." The woman smiled kindly at him.

"Well, I bet you're hungry." She grabbed one of his bags.

HA()

Robbie had been back for a day now, and he was happy to be. He hadn't really spoken to anyone yet besides Taylor and Anthony, and he wasn't really sure when he was going to build up enough courage to. He wasn't even sure if any of his friends had any idea he was back.

"Do you wanna go with us, Robbie?" Taylor asked entering the living room. For some reason she looked a little nervous. Anthony entered the room also.

Robbie muted the television. Yeah, he wanted to go. It was beginning to be really boring, and he really didn't wanna waste his newly acquired health on a couch. "Sure, what are we going to do?" He made a move to stand.

"Jade's senior project…HA is letting her put on a play she wrote." Taylor said quickly. Robbie's body flopped back onto the couch.

"I'm not really sure if that's a good idea." He mumbled.

"She wanted you to come, and I-"

"Wait," Robbie interrupted Taylor. "You told her I'm back?"

"You can't hide from her forever, Robbie." Anthony spoke this time.

Robbie was aware of that from the moment his plan landed in LA, but it hadn't meant he wanted to see her so soon. "You said she wanted… me to come?"

Taylor nodded. "She told us she had no problem with you coming."

Robbie gently pressed his lips together in thought. He could think of a lot of excuses as to why it wasn't a good idea to go. He could only think of one reason why it is a good idea to go. Now the question was, did that one good reason to go out weigh all those excuses to stay home?

"Are you coming?" Anthony questioned sort of impatiently.

Her play was about a dog, it had gotten lost on a camping trip and it had to find its way home before the family moved away. It was an inspiring tale at first, full of the pup's ups and down as it made its way home, but when the animal had finally made it home… it got ran over by a truck… the family's moving truck.

Robbie had actually snorted in amusement when it happened, which had gotten him a few peculiar stares. He wasn't laughing because of the animal – played by Cat, got ran over. He laughed because it was such a Jade like ending. He would have found it really weird for her play to have a happy conclusion.

When it was over and the lights came back on, Robbie couldn't believe Taylor was actually teary eyed. Jade exited from backstage and was quickly swarmed by people congratulating her. He had to remind himself to breath as he very slowly stood contemplating his next course of action. He had two. Grow a pair and congratulate her, the hard choice. Remain a spineless sissy and make a getaway, another hard choice.

"Robbie!" Cat was seemingly the first one of his friends to spot him. He cringed at her loudness as the girl still in her puppy custom moved towards him, attaching herself to him like a flea. Robbie lightly patted the top of her head in greeting. The girl suddenly let go of him taking a step back. "Are you alright now?" She asked with worried innocents. She looked worried that her hugging had hurt him.

"I'm fine, Cat." He assured her.

"Welcome back, Robbie."