"This day cannot possibly get any worse."

The words left my mouth about three seconds before I felt my balance abandon me and my ass introduced itself to the floor. I groaned and sat there, a miserable little lump of human.

"Spoke too soon, I guess," Piers said. "By the way, careful. Floor's wet."

"Thank you Piers, very helpful." I held my hand out to him, but he just eyed it.

"You got yourself into this situation," he said, offering me no help. "You won't learn anything if I help you."

"You're just afraid I'll pull you down next to me," I said, pushing myself to my feet.

"You can't say it didn't cross your mind," he said.

"It definitely did," I said, nodding. "Now let's go. The floor just got me wetter than my boyfriend ever has."

"I'm sure Josh will love that information," Piers said as we started walking again. "Also, how bad could your day possibly be? You've only been awake for an hour."

"Do you know how much can go wrong in an hour?" I gestured to my wet ass. "A lot, Piers. A lot."

"Well, it's about to get a lot worse," he said.

I looked up and stopped walking. I turned to Piers and reached out, gently placing my hand on his shoulder.

"I want you to punch me in the face," I said. "Don't stop until I'm unconscious. Or dead. Either works."

"When seeing your boyfriend makes you want death, it's probably a good sign that something about the relationship just isn't working," Piers said, brushing my hand off.

"Robin!"

"Shit, he saw me," I hissed. "Quick, punch me in the face."

"Robbie, this sounds like a you problem," Piers said, slapping me on the back. "Have fun."

I grabbed his shirt before he could escape. Josh came up to us and eyed my death grip on Piers' shirt.

"He'll get lost on his own," I explained.

"Release me. I must flee the awkward," Piers said, trying to tug free.

"Awkward?" Josh shot me a look. "Why would anything be awkward, Robin?"

"That depends," I said. "Which guy would you like me to bring up?"

"Robin," Piers said miserably. "At least be petty when I'm not around."

Josh grabbed my wrist and yanked my hand free from Piers' shirt. "We need to talk."

He dragged me away from Piers and to a quiet area of the hallway. He released my wrist and crossed his arms, waiting.

"You ignored me all day yesterday whenever I texted you, but kept posting snapchats of you and Anthony," I said.

"You knew I was going to be with Anthony all day," he said.

"Yea, I did, and I didn't care because I like to think that I can trust you. But you were ignoring me. What if I was dying?" I said.

"Now you sound like my mom," he said. "You were fine, Robin. Besides, I haven't hung out with Anthony in a while. It would've been rude to be on my phone texting anyone the whole time."

"You text the whole time we're together whenever we hang out!" I said.

"I should've ditched you like Piers did," Josh said, shaking his head. "I hang out with you all the time, Robin. I don't see Anthony much anymore."

"Your hypocrisy and faulty logic make me want to kill you, but my fear of being a defenseless gay boy in prison stops me," I informed him.

"Piers had you nailed at petty," Josh said, grabbing my shirt and yanking me close, kissing me.

"Pretty," I corrected. "I'm pretty."

"Oh, yea, you're beautiful." Josh released my shirt. "Are you heading to class?"

"I'm going to find Wally first," I said.

"Of course you are." Josh never admitted it, but I knew he got jealous of how close I was with my best friend. Good, that's what you get for not texting me back, you little shit.

"You have your friends and I have mine," I said, kissing his cheek. "Catch you later, Captain Hypocrite."

I took off before Josh could bitch about that. Josh was the world champion bitcher. He could complain about anything and everything. Seriously, one time I sneezed and Josh bitched about it for a solid 15 minutes. What a guy.

I spotted Piers and ran up, smacking him in the back of the head. "How dare you leave me alone with my own boyfriend, you shitty ass friend!"

Piers rubbed the back of his head. "Seriously Robin, do you even listen to yourself?"

"Shut up. Where's Wally?" I asked, looking around the hallway.

"Art room?" Piers said with a shrug.

"Nah, too early," I said, shaking my head.

We started off down the hallway until we spotted Wally, sitting against the wall with a comic book balanced on his knees. We went up to him and I kicked the comic so that it fell to the floor.

"Rude!" Wally said, looking up. "I was reading that."

"What comic?" I asked.

"Hawkeye. They just described him as Mother Teresa, if she could kick butt," he said, picking up the comic and standing.

"That is so impossibly accurate," I said, watching Wally stuff the comic into his backpack.

Josh was the world champion of bitching, and Wally was the world champion of plaid shirts. Rumor had it that he came out of the womb in a plaid shirt.

Even now, he had one on over his T-shirt. He grinned at me, playing with the sleeves of his plaid shirt.

"I'm almost done with the page I've been stuck on of my story," he said joyfully.

"Good for you," I said. Wally was drawing his own comic book, though he refused to let me see it or know what it was about. He said when it was done, I'd be the first person who got to read it.

Wally and I had both been little comic nerds in elementary school, which resulted in our friendship. Wally was the one who had nicknamed me Robin, being an avid Teen Titan fan. The name stuck, and it was how everyone addressed me now (except my parents, who hated me so much that they sometimes called me by my real name).

"We can be Wally and Robin! Like Kid Flash and Robin!" a young Wally had told me excitedly.

So, here we were. The dorkiest best friends who spent 90% of their time rewatching superhero movies and arguing over what super powers were the worst (we spent the other 10% of the time eating and then complaining that all we ever did was eat and rewatch superhero movies).

"Hey, I just saw Josh," the final member of our dork squad, Five, said. She stepped up next to Piers and glanced at me. "He didn't look very happy."

"He's dating me. He never looks very happy," I reminded.

"Don't say that," Wally said, frowning.

"What? It's true." I shrugged.

"You and Josh have so many problems," Five said with a sigh.

"Doesn't every couple?" I said. "Anyways, enough about the sinking ship of a relationship I'm enduring. Let's get to class."

"You guys head to class," Wally said, waving us away. "I'm going to the art room. Now that I've hit a breakthrough on my comic, I'm going to keep pushing with it!"

"You can't spend all your time in the art room," I said. "You have to go to classes, Wally."

"I can totally spend all my time in the art room! Stanley does!" Wally said. "Besides, you know the art teacher loves me. She'll just excuse me from classes and claim I'm working on an important project."

"You need to go to class and learn," Five said, flicking him in the ear.

"No, he's right, if he had a breakthrough he should get writing," I said. "Before he loses the momentum."

Wally gave me a smile. "Thanks, Robin. You understand!"

And I did. I knew Wally couldn't skip classes all the time, but I also knew how hard he had been working on this comic and how much it meant to him. I couldn't wait for him to finish it so I could finally see what it was all about.

"You guys go ahead. I'll catch up in a minute," I said, gesturing Piers and Five forward.

They nodded and started off down the hallway. I faced Wally and nudged him playfully.

"So, when do I get to read it?" I asked.

"Soon, I promise!" He blushed a little and rubbed the back of his neck. "I just want it to be good, y'know?"

"Take your time, Wally," I said.

"Hey, Rob? He's treating you good, right?" Wally was suddenly frowning. "Josh, I mean."

"Huh? Yea, he treats me the same as always," I said, shrugging.

"You just seem...I don't know, you used to be happier," he said, dropping his gaze.

"Josh isn't bad to me," I said.

"But that's not the same as him being good to you," Wally pointed out.

"I'm a big boy and I can handle myself. Josh and I may not have the best relationship in the world, but it functions," I said.

"You deserve better if you're not happy," he insisted.

I smiled a little. "I am happy, though."

Was I happy? Content, maybe. Sometimes that was good enough.

Wally came over and slung an arm around my shoulders. "You better be happy, Robin. Or I'll kick Josh's ass!"

"Oh, please, Wally. We both know you hate fighting," I said, shrugging his arm off and laughing. "But I appreciate the sentimental value behind your empty threats."

"Then I'll see you at class. Probably," he said, giving me a light punch in the shoulder, the most violent thing he'd ever do.

I gave him a short wave before walking off down the hallway. Someone grabbed my arm and I turned, sighing.

"Josh, I'm trying to get to class," I said.

"What were you and Wally talking about?" he asked.

"His comic. My life. Same old, same old," I said, pulling my arm out of his grip. "Let me go to class. My day is bad enough."

"You smile for him," he said. "You don't smile for me anymore."

"Give me a reason to smile if you want me to," I said.

"Let me walk you to class," he said, reaching for my hand.

I stepped back. "I can get there on my own, thanks."

"Robin." He stepped closer to me, crossing his arms.

"I'm not mad at you, Josh. I'm not. I'm just capable of getting to class on my own." I sighed and kissed him. "God, we're dysfunctional."

He hooked an arm around my waist before I could step away again, drawing me closer to himself. "Don't say that. We're fine. You're just stubborn."

"Me?" I shot him a look of disbelief.

"Yes, you." He kissed me again.

I lightly shoved at his chest. "Alright, alright, enough PDA in the halls. I have to get to class. I'll see you later."

"I'll give you a reason to smile," he called after me as I started walking away.

"I won't count on it," I grumbled under my breath.

I made my way to my class, ignoring my friends as I took my seat. Jealous boyfriend who made me wish for death, what a pain. At least I had Wally to look after me.

I mentally sighed. Alright, so I had a lot of problems in my life to figure out. But I was content, so I guess I could put it off until things started to go bad.

"My life cannot possibly get any worse," I muttered under my breath, and then froze. Great job Robin, way to invite in the drama. I dropped my head onto my desk and heaved a sigh. Time for everything to go wrong. I should've just stayed in bed.

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A.N.- After months of crippling writer's block, I rediscovered this unfinished story and decided to give it another go, so here we are! I can't promise a steady update schedule, but I can promise I'll do my best since I basically disappeared off the face of the earth for so long.

Let me know what you guys think so far, and thanks for being so patient while I worked through my writer's block!