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Link: A Robin’s Song Chapter 5

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The song had been finished and recorded without the help of his brothers this time, however he would delay in posting it.

How would Jon react, if he knew that HE was actually Robin, the same Robin Jon followed on everything and fawned over.

This was a good plan, in his opinion. After all, they’d made a pact to go to every school event in high school, and if they didn’t have dates, they’d go together.

It was right before lunch two weeks before the dance that he noticed Haisley with a ukulele and had a sinking feeling in his gut.

Two of the cheerleaders from her team came up behind her with a banner between them as Haisley began to strum out the opening notes of ‘I Do Adore’.

He watched Jon’s inner turmoil before smiling and pecking her on the cheek, accepting the promposal. The bile began bubbling up, leaving the other teen feeling both disgusted at himself and the display.

He bid them goodbye with congratulations and went to hide in the library, his default setting at this point.

He bemoaned his woes to Akira, who had been sitting with Skylar, the girl talking their ear off. It seemed as though they’d been cornered and forced into human interaction that was not with a chosen being. They’d both stopped to listen to Damian, sympathetic looks on their faces.

“Are you still going to prom, then?” Skyler asked, with a hopeful look on her face.

“Jon asked me to come even if he went with Haisley so i guess so. He wants to set me up so that I'm not going alone.”

Akira stifled a laugh before settling their features. “Sorry, sorry. Just tell him you have a date, he’ll accept it.”

“But I don’t?”

“Go with us!” Skyler chirped. “I’ve been talking Akira up about coming and i think i’ve got them convinced!”

Dark brown eyes held an expression of suffering as they gave a nod. “If you come, I’ll go, but you have to promise to suffer with me.”

“Deal. I’d rather you two over a random person I don't know.”

And so, our protagonist was roped into going to what is usually the big plot point in most high school centered stories.

He had posted the song, the feedback intense as people psychoanalyzed the latest from him, speculating the more upbeat and hopeful tone of the song.

“I hope this means Robin is closer to getting their person.” Jon sighed one afternoon, as they went through the Kent’s attic in search of hand-me-down suits.

“Unlikely.” Damian scoffed bitterly. “Life isn’t a fairytale, and I highly doubt this will work out for this Robin person.”

Jon rolled his eyes, the beginning of a scowl tugging at his lips. It was odd, the immediate sense of defensiveness in the air.

“You don’t always have to be so pessimistic, Damian, and besides, I’m not an idiot, don’t treat me like one.”

“Why are you so defensive about this?” he shot back, pissed at himself for taking the bait.

“Because if Robin can’t get their happy ending, what guarantees I'll ever get mine!?”

The silence that followed was painful, and Jon swiveled around, continuing his now angry search through the boxes.

Damian felt a pang of guilt, this had been happening more often than it used to, and the idea that their decade plus a few years friendship was breaking so easily made him panic.

“Hey.” He said after a beat, a tad awkwardly. He reached for his friend and placed a tentative hand on his shoulder. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” The response came too quick. “I’m sorry too, I shouldn't have snapped like that. I’m just…wound a little tight right now.”

The tension dissipated a bit, the suits they’d been looking for were found after a few more minutes. The attic was more of a mess then it had originally been, and they struggled slightly to get down.

Before Damian left to go home, in a bold action, he grabbed Jon’s hand, the taller one looking down in surprise, twin blossoms of pink appearing on his cheeks.

“You’ll get your happy ending.” He told him, all the sincerity he possessed in the words. “And when you do, I'll be there with you to push you forward.”

Even if I'm not the one you have your ending with.

Jon watched him, some emotion that Damian couldn’t place shadowed in the deep blues, contrasting the smile that appeared at the words.

“I’ll hold you to it, Dame.” He said, squeezing their entwined hands.

The night of the Prom, everyone gathered at the Kent’s, Haisley and some of her friends, plus Damian, Akira, Skylar and Colin, who turned out to be a mutual friend of Jon’s. They would be taking two cars, but not before the customary pictures.

There were framed ones of Damian and Jon going to several dances together or with a group to dances around the house, and this last one would serve as a closing point.

For everything.

His heart squeezed watching Haisley and Jon take couple-y pictures, but he laughed and smiled and heckled with the rest of them, playing the part of the good best friend.

Anyone who looked close enough could see that it was fake, but the night dragged on until they were finally piled into two cars and dropped off at the school ready for a night of cliche and most likely spiked punch.

Haisley, as predicted, went over to mingle with her other friends, leaving Jon with Damian, Akira and Colin, Skylar having been dragged off to look at some art piece or the other.

Jon and Colin chatted idly, Akira sipping some drink Skylar had offered her and sending meaningful looks to Damian whenever there was a pause in the conversation. He ignored such looks nearly the entire time.

“I’m going to go get some food.” They pronounced loudly, after several ignored looks.

“Cool.” Colin paused, looking at them curiously, Damian sending them a death glare.

They kicked Colin in the shin, looking between Jon and Damian. He mouthed an “oh” and turned to Jon.

“I’m gonna go get some food too, just gonna ah, go..” He jogged off to follow Akira, whose voice was heard sighing.

“I suppose subtlety is not a word in your vocabulary.”

“Well.” Jon’s mouth quirked. “You have any idea what that was about?”

“Absolutely none.” Damian made a soft clicking noise, turning back to Jon with a small grin.

“How do you like this so far?” The blue-eyed boy nodded towards the filled auditorium.

“It's…alright, I suppose.” he shrugged, looking around. He scowled as he turned to see colin and skyler turn around like they hadn’t been staring at them, Akira taking a sip of her drink and nodding towards the dance floor.

He flushed, and ignored them. He and Jon kept up the idle conversation, until one of “Robin”’s covers came on and Jon looked at him, eyes shining. Damian inhaled, and opened his mouth, both him and Jon speaking at the same time.

“Hey, do you wanna…”

“Will you..”

They dissolved into giggles. “You first.” Damian laughed, heart pounding.

“You wanna dance?” He asked, stumbling over the words in a rush to get them out.

Damian felt his stomach flip and a soft smile played on his lips.

“Of course.”

They made their way to the floor, a few cheers coming from Damian’s “wingpeople”, which were yet again ignored.

The two mingled with the rest of the crowd, eyes sparkling and laughter ringing out. They twirled and bounced around, and for that time, Haisley was gone, the worries were gone, the ever-present weight that was bringing down their friendship was lifted.

“Okay, students, it’s time for the first slllooww dance of the night! I’d like to crown out Prom King and Queen,”

The smile faltered as the dance floor cleared and Jon and Haisley walked up the steps.

His other friends surrounded him, offering sympathetic smiles or a hand of the shoulder.

They would have made it either way, as the high school’s quarterback and the cheer captain, they’d been the it couple since they’d gotten together.

This was normal and it shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did.

Both with shining plastic crowns, they took their places as the opening notes of a slow cover of a song played.

Damian startled as he heard his own voice coming through the speakers in a soft, honeyed tone.

“Wise men say, only fools rush in…but I can’t help falling in love with you.”

They began to dance, and he blocked out the entire room, focusing only on Jon and Haisley, marveling at how the lighting made them both glow. It truly seemed like the ending of a fairy tale, the couple dancing in the moonlight as the screen faded to black.

He could hear the soft sigh, the “Oh, Damian….I’m so sorry..” and his own voice painting a sweet picture of a couple this song was never intended for.

The cover he had done had been after a night going down memory lane, pouring over the pictures both families had kept, strawberry ice cream and cuddling together and all the things that he loved so dearly about their relationship being shoved into those few hours.

None of this was ever intended for Haisley to be included in, not his life, not his relationships, none of it. But there she was, in the spot he wished he could be in.

This only solidified what he knew all along.

That life would never be his. Could never be his.

“Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant to be….”

Not them. They weren’t meant to be.

The hand on his shoulder reeled him back to the high school dance and he wrenched away from the grip, turning away from the scene. His back was to the couple and his friends held back.

“Let’s give him some space guys.” Akira said, moving them away.

“If you need a ride, let me know, man.” Colin pointed to his phone and followed Akira.

Skyler gave him a cupcake from one of the tables surrounding them and followed the rest to a spot in the back.

He kept his eyes downcast making his way through the crowd, all of couples now heading over to join the Prom royalty.

The hot prickling at the corners of his eyes was becoming more and more irritating and he broke out into a run as he made it out of the Gym.

Dryness turned to tears, burning hot trails down his face. His vision blurred and he slowed his sprint down, coming to the football field. He stayed behind the bleachers and pulled his knees to his chest, angrily scrubbing at the tears.

This was always bound to happen, and he knew for a fact that he never should have held out for a happy ending he knew would never come.

It was funny, however, he supposed, that this happened on prom night. Just like any ordinary cliche high school romance. This was reality, though, and in reality, no one got their happy ending.

‘If I were a girl, I would say I was crying in my prom dress.’ The thought popped in his head and it was so absurd for the moment that he laughed, a small, tearful noise.

His fingers tapped out a rhythm without his consent and hesitantly he tried out the words, startled to find that out of his misery there was perhaps something in for it.

Damian inhaled deeply, and took out his phone, telling the people to be on the lookout for a new song releasing sometime next month, titled ‘Prom Dress.’

He brushed himself off and decided if he was going to wallow in the disaster that was his life, he would do it in comfort.

Rubbing at his eyes, he reached for his phone and hesitantly let Colin know he’d like a ride. It would be only in his benefit to extend some more trust to these friends of his, after all, what did he have to lose anymore?

He woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, fuzzy images of the night before in his head.

Rolling over, he picked up his phone, ignoring all the notifications from his ROBIN accounts and going directly to his messages. There were two numbers he didn't know, from both Akira and Skyler telling him they got his number from Colin and asking if he was alright.

One from Colin asking the same, and several missed messages from Jon.

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