7.5: Fletcher- Sidekicks

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batman and robin

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I WOKE UP this morning with a heavy chest.

My shirt drenched in sweat with the possibilities of tomorrow seeping through the holes of this tattered piece of cloth that I was wearing. Every fiber of it, giving me a slight jolt, since it had dawned on me that it wasn't mine. No, it was his.

I was confused as to why I was wearing his shirt, so I blinked slowly and realize that I wasn't in my own bed.

I look around and see that it was Seth's roommate's—his— room. The almost scraped corners of his posters of Nirvana along with the out-of-place dresser that we bought together when we went on an IKEA binge during our second year made me chuckle that he still hadn't painted it over like he said he would.

The blooming feeling that went through my chest when I looked around his room puzzled me.

This euphoric kind of happiness that swam inside my head, which came out of nowhere. Just by looking at his room.

But you've been in here so many times.

And that's how it would stay. As friends.

Just looking, but never touching. Never telling the boy I've been in love with all my life would never look at me the same way I look at him.

Never.

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It had occurred to me that I've never really bothered with anything. Not until I realized for myself how people can really mess with your emotions.

It also never came to me that I was attracted to males until I saw him in a completely different light. We were instant friends since Enzo, Seth and I moved here, the Batman to my Robin. Lingering a little bit longer in the room, I take a glance at a few more things and get off the bed.

Waking up pissed off and uncomfortable obviously made me unapproachable as I walked into the kitchen, ruffling my hair.

"Good morning," Seth was sitting on the couch, watching a tennis match. From what I could tell, it seemed that they were just about to go into deuce.

"Fuck," he groaned, standing up and pointing at the T.V. crazily. "You see that?"

I grunt in reply, not bothering to let him know that I wasn't going to stick around for long. When I looked over at him, pure shock radiated off of Seth's face with his mouth hanging wide open.

"No!" He shouted. "No, godammit! You should've backhanded that!"

Seth pulled his hair back and let out something that sounded like a sigh and a high-pitched scream.

"Dude," I call to him standing behind the counter, with a bowl of cereal in front of me. "Shut the fuck up."

He whipped his head in my direction and glared.

"Says the person who got shit-faced drunk last night."

"Why am I here anyway?" I ask, not giving him a glance. I couldn't let my emotions show.

"Mike told me to take you home." He answered. "After Enzo came back from hanging out with his girl we went to a bar. Do you not remember that?"

"Yeah, but only up to that. After the fourth shot, I blacked out." I take another mouthful of the delectable honey and almond cereal.

"I see," Seth sat on the chair that was facing towards me. Resting his elbows on the counter, he leans forward. "Do you really not remember anything from last night?"

"I just told you I didn't." I snap at him, slapping his hand away that tried to touch my cereal.

"Okay," He sat back. "Then let's keep it that way."

"Why, did something happen?"

"Nope," Seth got up and started walking away.

I walked after him and grabbed his arm. "Tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Don't act like you don't know shit, Seth." I tightened my grip.

"Let me go then I'll tell you."

I let go and notice that I left an angry red mark on his tan-skinned wrist. What looked white on the front of his arm, looked even more white once I had let go.

"Sorry."

"It's alright. I'll live." He waves it off and walks into his bedroom.

The one where you basically eyed everything he owned.

"Fletch," Seth came out of his room with no shirt on. "Nothing happened yesterday, I was just pulling your leg."

I hummed and settled on deciding to not go to class.

I was skipping through channels when Seth came out dressed, a worn-down backpack was slung on his shoulder. That backpack was honestly his most prized possession since he took it with him everywhere he went. I never understood the sentimental value he has with such an ugly looking backpack, so I never bothered asking.

"You're not going to class?" Seth kneeled to lace his shoe.

"Nah," I close my eyes. "Don't feel like going."

"Won't Enzo need his partner? I'm surprised you guys share an elective." Seth looked up at me.

"He can perfectly finish it himself. He's a crazy perfectionist anyway." I reply, lounging my feet on the coffee table.

"Get your dirty ass feet off my table," Seth said, just as he had opened the front door.

"What are you gonna do?" I scoff.

"I'll get you back for this you, tiny squirrel." Seth slammed the door and left.

"'Tiny squirrel,'" I repeat what he said. "Well that's a new one, usually he has better ones."

The entire after that passed by pretty quickly. Lazing around and doing nothing made time seem as if it was on fast forward, especially when I decided I wanted to go on a Game of Thrones binge.

As I had just finished the second season, I heard the doorbell ring.

"Seth!" I screamed from my couch. "The fuck dude! It's your house, why are you ringing the doorbell!"

"Because it's not Seth, you dumbass." The muffled voice answered.

"Well, if you're Seth's friend then you obviously know where he hides his key. So let yourself in."

"Fletcher!" I recognized then that it was his voice. "Fucking open the door you shit!"

I clamored to get up and slightly tripped on the rug.

Opening the door, the first thing I notice is his eyes. The same piercing gaze caught my eye, staring back at me with anger.

"Finally you opened up Robin," he came inside, dropping his bag on the couch.

"Sorry," I take a seat in a chair. "I thought you had your key."

"It's fine," he waved off. "Are you okay from last night? You were pretty hammered. I also changed your shirt since yours had tequila spilled on it."

"That's fine," I said. "But did I do something last night?"

He frowned. "No, why?"

"No, just asking."

"You really did nothing except epically fail when trying to hit on a guy who turned out to be straight." He chuckles.

"Shut up," I groan, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"Cheer up, Robin," he patted my back. "I was obviously there to save you."

"Fuck off," I laugh. "You're a terrible Batman."

"And you're a terrible sidekick, Robin."

"Well, aren't we both terrible?" I grin at him.

"Yeah Fletch, we are, but I wouldn't have it any other way." He equally sends me a blinding smile.

"Same, Mike."

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author's note: here is fletcher's perspective. throughout the story, the other characters will also have their own chapters as well. love, sage.

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