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“𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢, 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢.” Robin Buckley has a problem. Her name is Y/N. Robin has been hopelessly, painfully, embarrassingly into Y/N for months. She knows her favorite songs, her coffee order, the little expressions she makes when she’s trying not to laugh, and approximately seventeen different ways to make her smile. There’s only one problem. Y/N likes a boy. And unfortunately, that boy is Billy Hargrove. Billy notices. He notices Robin’s lingering looks. The way she gets quiet whenever Y/N talks about him. The way she suddenly becomes fascinated with literally anything else whenever he walks into the room. Maybe Billy finds it funny. Maybe he finds Robin’s jealousy entertaining. It isn’t really known what he’s thinking. He doesn’t comment on it and he still flirts with y/n, but he seems to be waiting for something.