Author: SADAndLoved PM
Beck and Robbie play tennis. Love pursues XD. Read it. Like it. Review. Or else. Just kidding : But seriously read it..then u can hate it freely.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance - Beck O. & Robbie S. - Words: 1,144 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 4 - Published: 12-30-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7690586
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Robbie watched Beck intently, as he did his warm-ups, stretching and bending.
"Wow…those pants really look great on you" He blurted out without thinking.
"Uh…what's with your obsession with my pants?" Beck questioned, looking up at him, a more-than suspicious expression on his face.
"Obsession? I have no idea what your talking about" Robbie shrugged. "Uh..Let's play!" He ran over to his side of the tennis court, and picked up his equipment.
"Your racket is thin" Beck noted.
"The thinnest, Cat let me borrow it!" Robbie stated.
"Neat, let's go, Serve it up Shapiro!"
"I shall do that" Despite Robbie sucking at most sports, Tennis was his one thing he's good at that involves physicality other than ping pong..rightfully so since it's just a bigger non table version of it..
Beck's face dripped with sweat by the 3rd set. When he went up to the net to hit the ball, Robbie got the point and grinned.
"God..it's scorching hot out here" Beck stated, taking off his shirt.
Robbie near drooled, "Wow…uh.."
"You're a strange Kid Rob" Beck laughed, getting ready again.
"You just noticed that?" Rex stated, from the sidelines.
"I thought you were asleep!" Robbie yelled.
"Yeah well you thought wrong"
"Don't worry about him" Beck comforted Robbie. "Your strange is..unique, and appealing"
Robbie blushed furiously "T-thanks!" He replied.
Robbie began to lose…badly. "What happened to you're A game?" Beck teased with a smirk.
"Uh…the sun is on your side now, it's hurting my eyes" He lied, since they had switched 20 minutes ago.
"Yeah, sure, that's why"
"Hey, i'm telling the truth" Robbie whined.
Beck snickered, "Why don't we take a break, I brought cookies"
"Cookies? Yay, what are you waiting for let's go!" Robbie exclaimed ,grabbing Rex.
"Yay? You've been hanging around Cat way too much" Beck sighed, getting his lunch bag, and walking over to a picnic table at the huge park nearby.
"Have not, she always just comes around randomly, her catch phrases stick!And you're the one who brought cookies!"
"You sure you don't have a thing for her man?" Beck asked, as he handed a chocolate chip cookie over to his friend, then reluctantly the puppet.
"What? No way, I only see her as a friend"
"Well then why did you ask her to the prome, that time?"
"Because, I kinda did like her then, but after she lied, no way, besides, I really wanted to ask someone else..but I couldn't"
"Why not?" Beck said, with his mouth full.
"Well..that person was taken..and besides they couldn't make it to the prome anyway…" Robbie explained.
"That person?" Beck raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, it was a person.." Robbie began to sweat.
Robbie turned to his puppet to save him. "Don't look at me, I'm just enjoying my cookie" Rex stated, being of no help, as usual.
"You know..a special person.." Robbie stalled, looking back up to his friend, but averting his eyes.
"Yeah, well what's her name?"
"Well…actually…" Robbie swallowed. Hard. "It's was a guy"
Beck's eyes widened. "Wait, so you're…"
"Bi" Robbie finished Beck's sentence.
Beck, He looked down at himself, realized he was shirtless, and shifted, tensely. "Now it's clearer why your always looking at my butt.." He spoke with a cackle.
"I…I have no idea what you're talking about.." Robbie shrugged. "Your totally not my type"
"Oh really now? What's your type"
"Uh…cute, loyal, kind, strong,brave, long hair, nice abs…" Robbie listed,
Beck crossed his arms, "So, basically, I'm a ugly, mean, cowardly cheating bastard with terrible abs, is what you're saying?"
"No, I love your abs!" Robbie yelled instantly realizing how offensive what he said sounded.
Beck gave Robbie a 'I'm totally your type' look, and Robbie caved in.
"Fine..you kinda are my type, but what does that matter? You have Jade, and you're not bi so, I don't see the point in me even admitting it" He sighed/whined.
"Ok, one" Beck started standing up. "Me and Jade broke up"
"Big whoop, you'll just get back together again like always" Robbie interrupted.
"That's not so,this time around, she's with Andre now, they've had eyes for each other since 5th grade, I can't compete with that"
"Oh..im sorry..I" Robbie began to apologize.
"Don't be" Beck sat next to him. "Two, you don't know what I am, we never discussed my sexuality, did we?"
"No, I guess not, but, your Beck Oliver, Ladies' man, the hottest guy at Hollywood arts-"
"And that means I can't be bi?" Beck cut him off.
"No..but even if you were, why would you want me? I'm just a loser"
"You got that right!" Rex cut in
"Look, your not a loser, I don't think you are, your one of the closest people I have in my life, your who I go to when I need tech advice, or when I need homework help, you're my tennis partner, and I don't see why we can't be partners in a relationship, if we can be partners on the court" Beck ran his hands through Robbie's afro.
"A..are you serious?" Robbie inquired.
"Yup, dead serious..hey Jade moved on, and so will I.." Beck leaned down and kissed the geek's lip's tenderly.
Robbie grinned, and said simply "This is the best day of my life!"
Beck smirked and said "Wanna play some more tennis?"
"Yeah, definetly, I'm gonna beat you too!" Robbie stated.
"Yeah, doubt that babe, I think you might get distracted by my beautiful abs"
"HEY DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!" Rex yelled.
"You'll be fine, I'll get you in…a few hours!" Robbie retorted, holding onto his new boyfriend's hand, as they ran back to the court.
"Hey, new rule, whenever I win a set, you have to give me a kiss! Whenever you win..i'll say something nice about you" Beck declared.
"I like this rule!" Robbie chirped.
"I thought you would" Beck responded, then he served the ball.
"Ow! Hey, I wasn't ready!" Robbie cried, into the summer air.
Laughter was picked up by the breeze, and it echoed in the blue clear skies, As the sounds of tennis balls, hitting rackets sounded throughout the park.
A/N : Before this was all bunched into one big paragraph, no A/N, no nothing. Thought I should edit that. Lawl. It's been up for so long like that though. Idk.