[…] With a thrust of his back, Sander got up, leaving Robbe baffled.
Could their romance be already over? Now that the daylight had returned to light up the room, perhaps things were different.
You'll always be his little nighttime secret.
An evil voice in his head whispered while Robbe was following with his eyes, the boy around the room.
"Think about it the next time you decide to drink a whole bottle of whiskey.” Sander said, as he was bent over his backpack, looking for something.
Robbe hadn't even been allowed to kiss him before going back to reality. He needed to get up and get back to his room, but he couldn't move a muscle. Every fiber of his body kept him glued to that bed.
“Don't fall asleep, okay?” Sander whispered, brushing his fingers through Robbe’s curl. The boy closed his eyes and let his head fall on Sander's shoulder, getting closer and closer, probably in need of more warmth.
“But I'm tired.” He complained as Sander lifted his face to look into his eyes. He was frightened but still hoped that none of his emotions would show on his face.
“Let's talk then. Tell me the first thing that pops into your head.” Sander suggested to engage the other in some way.
Robbe seemed to think about it for a few moments, nibbling on his lower lip, then smiled (a smile that was the saddest thing Sander had ever seen in his life) and closed his eyes, snuggling closer to his chest.
“I think she sent you back to me.”
Sander frowned, completely taken aback. Robbe wasn't completely sober, but he didn't seem so intoxicated to start babbling nonsense. “What are you talking about?”
“My mama.” He replied in a whisper, pausing to rack up the right words.
I can probably go back to my usual routine of posting the chapters on Friday since I’m done with the new one, but idk. On Friday there are too many things happening already lol
I'm basically writing 'that burnt out spot' while listening to sad italian indie song and I just wish I could translate some of them but most of the time the meaning gets lost.
Summary: Robbe and Sander are best friend, until Sander decides he wants something more. Their ways part until four years after, they meet again and Robbe’s became one of the world’s most famous rockstars.
hurry things up please !!! It is your story, and if you want to join them or start the meeting is your decision 😝 also, from how you have written it, I think one of them will say "I'm sorry" or "I have always loved you" and the other will fall immediately.
I’m actually really tempted to rush things up ngl lol but promise, you won’t wait much longer. We’re almost halfway through it, after all! About that last part, omg are you reading my mind? 😳👀
[…] he had finally reached his room, trying to enter without being noticed. He had to be invisible, as he was asked. He was nothing more than a number, an ordinary person in the huge staff that the band carried around. He was nobody.
“Sander,” Robbe called him, just before he managed to disappear through the door. Sander rested his forehead against the wood and sighed, closing his eyes. “Can we talk?” […]
Can I also add that writing Robbe and Sander as enemies is the hardest thing ever?
So yeah, I was planning to post the chapter yesterday but since I decided to rewrite it from scratch, it took me a little longer to get it done. I'm almost done, though, so it will be up morgenavond of overmorgen. I was listening to Cosmic Love by Florence and The Machine while writing it so you already know the vibes lol
So yeah, I was planning to post the chapter yesterday but since I decided to rewrite it from scratch, it took me a little longer to get it done. I'm almost done, though, so it will be up morgenavond of overmorgen. I was listening to Cosmic Love by Florence and The Machine while writing it so you already know the vibes lol