OH it's YOU! - Robbie Tags Estelle

[Robbie Wilkes]

"Again,"

Robbie closed his eyes and let rain fall exceptionally harder than before in their patch of ground on the training field. Thunder roared and lightning struck a few times though not at them.

"Stop,"

Within seconds, the rain dispersed and the thunder and lightning stopped.

"Dry yourself up then?"

Robbie grinned and brought the sun out from behind the clouds, concentrating on it hard enough to let the sun focus on their little space in the field. Robbie's hair was shaggy and he stuck his tongue out at his powers trainer. "You wanted this didn't you? You're jealous that I have such perfect hair all the time."

A tiny smile crept up on his trainer's face but it faded just as quickly as it appeared. "That's it for the day. I'll see you tomorrow." He left the field and Robbie ran his fingers through his hair, trying to get it as perfect as before.

As he walked off, with his hair in his eyes, he didn't even see the person in front of him until his body collided with theirs. "Ah! Sorry!"

[Estelle Flores]

Estelle had heard the sound of thunder and had come running outside, thinking that she would get lucky and get caught in a downpour. It turned out, however, that it was just Robbie practicing his power. Fascinated by watching other people’s powers, Estelle hunkered down on the grass and watched him practice with the taciturn trainer. When it seemed like he was done, she stood up, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable by an unexpected audience. If she was going to be honest with herself, she didn’t think that an audience was ever going to make Robbie feel uncomfortable, but you never knew. She bent down to get her backpack and when she straightened up, she was almost knocked over again by Robbie himself.

She grinned at his apology, “I guess I can forgive you, just this once.” She ruffled his damp hair with a teasing grin. “There, fixed your hair for you and everything.” Which was actually a lie; it looked worse than before. She smiled all too innocently, “Aren’t I a good friend?”

She laughed, “How are you, Robbie? I was watching you train, I hope you don’t mind. It was pretty cool.” She beamed at the weather manipulator fondly. Estelle thought Robbie was, on the whole, pretty ridiculous, but nice and funny to be around. If a little bit of a flirt. “I’m out of classes for the day, how about you?”

[Robbie Wilkes]

Robbie looked up through his messed up hair and grinned widely when he saw that it was one of his own friends, Estelle Flores, whom he belligerently though quite affectionately called Florie. "Florie! I didn't know you were out here! You're not cold? I could give you my sweater and heeeeyy!" He jumped back when Estelle started to ruffle his hair up, making it even more untidy than before.

Her smile didn't convince him of course and he proceeded to mess her hair up. "See, I'm a good friend too! That's why we totally get along." He laughed at her messed up hair. Her question of his well being made him smile. "I totally killed in there! You don't gotta ask my permission to view my awesomeness you know that. You're completely welcome to ogle at my skills. Free of charge too." He chuckled before slinging an arm around Estelle's shoulder and walking into the school.

"Last lesson of the day," he jerked his head to the compound he'd just left. "Wanna grab dinner? My treat." He grinned. Not that he had to pay for the food. "Although I was thinking of grabbing pizza but...I dunno. I just want something to eat." As if on cue, his stomach grumbled. It took a lot of energy to control his powers so Robbie ate a lot more than the average boy. Grinning sheepishly, he pointed to his stomach and raised an eyebrow at Estelle.

"See what I mean?"

[Estelle Flores]

Estelle rolled her eyes at her friend’s dorky nickname for her. “Oh good, we’re still on that name. I was worried we’d forgotten it.” She grinned at her friend, “Does this mean I can call you Willy? I think that’s really only fair—EEE!” She shrieked in surprise as Robbie ruffled her short hair. She laughed, patting it down, “Thanks a lot, dude. Don’t hate because my hair is prettier than yours.”

She waved off his offer of a sweater, “Don’t be silly, you’re the one who’s still wet. Aren’t you cold?” She looked at her friend with some concern. Her concern, however, was short-lived by Robbie’s own hyperbolic boasting. She laughed, “Oh, goodness. Can I really? Oh, thank you so much.” She grinned, laying the friendly sarcasm on thick, “I just so enjoy watching you be awesome, I’m glad I now have permission.” She rolled her eyes at him over-exaggeratedly.

“Mmm,” Estelle sighed appreciatively, “Dinner sounds great; I’m totally starving.” She looked thoughtful. “Pizza sounds tasty. Where were you thinking, maestro?”

She snorted at Robbie’s stomach complaints. “Don’t worry, Robbie’s stomach,” She smiled, “We’ll find some food for you.”

[Robbie Wilkes]

"It's the only name I know you as. I can't even remember your full name. Florence? Flora? At least my name for you has pizzazz." He wriggled his eyebrows. "Dude, Willy? It so doesn't fit me. I'm no Willy." Her shriek made him give her an evil chuckle, complete with rubbing his hands together. "Chyeah your hair is prettier than mine. You wish. Yours is all straight and boring while mine is an after for a shampoo ad. Yours would probably be the before part of the ad. That could make sense." He chuckled.

"Why would I be cold? I'm never cold. Or hot." Robbie paused only for a moment. "Okay maybe I'm hot. No, make that definitely. I'm a blaze baby." Robbie chuckled at Estelle's dorky reply, something that was very Estelle. "Why you're very welcome," he replied with a very exaggerated bow, with the sweeping of the hands and all.

"Ah good good. I don't know where to get pizza. Does the canteen take requests? We could go out. Could we go out? I don't know. You're the smart one. Figure out an escape route." He turned to Estelled and flashed his pearly whites. "Pretty please?"

[Estelle Flores]

Estelle laughed loudly. That was what she liked about Robbie; he could always make her laugh. “No, dummy, it’s Estelle. You know what that means? It means Star. By the virtue of my name, I’m totally gonna be way more famous than you, pretty boy.” She grinned at him, elbowing her friend in the arm. “I’m gonna be a star!” She said this dramatically, complete with the outstretched arms and diva pose, which naturally looked ridiculous. She giggled, “You are so a Willy. You could be like… Willy Wonka. You look crazy enough.” She grinned sweetly at him.

Estelle made an over-exaggerated, affronted face at Robbie’s slight about her hair, “Excuse you, sir. But my hair is beautiful. Look at it!” She ran her hands through it, mussing it slightly, “It’s so luscious! And full of volume!” She laughed, dropping her hands and rolling her eyes, “See what you do? You make me all full of myself. Your bad attitude is rubbing off on me, you knave.”

Estelle watched with amusement as Robbie tried to clarify his state of being. “Oh yeah.” Estelle snorted, “You’re flaming” She smirked mischievously, the word choice intentional.

“Hmm.” Estelle bit her lip, thinking about the options, “I’m… not actually sure. Let’s walk around and see what happens.” She offered Robbie her arm with a mock-flirtatious smile, “Shall we, sir?”

[Robbie Wilkes]

"Estelle? D'uh...sounds boring. I shall forever now henceforth call you Florie. No questions asked. And you can call me Mr Willy. I've been called worse." Porny and Porndog came to mind and even those didn't disturb Robbie so why should Willy? "See the thing is, I don't wanna be a star. I don't wanna just be burning ball of gas. Which I guess you are quite aptly named." Robbie laughed, not mockingly though. He loved Estelle like a sister so all his teasings were done in good nature.

Her sweet smile didn't fool him and he rolled his eyes at it. "You're gonna have to do better than that, Florie. You're not fooling me with that innocent bit."

When she started to muss her hair up like those shampoo ad girls, Robbie had to make an effort not to laugh at how ridiculous she was acting. But that was Florie, always able to make him smile. He knew his joy should be reigned in as he saw snow melt around him so he controlled himself and let the cold come back.

"Why I never...!" Robbie couldn't even hold the mock insulted expression on his face for long before he let it slide and opted for a shrug. "I'm not going to even remind you how you've stayed my friend for the past two years, Florie. You know you love me and you like my bad attitude rubbed all over you." His choice of words seemed wrong but Estelle knew him better to think any more of it.

"Yes we shall, young miss." He daintily put the tips of his fingers on Estelle's arms and walked around like a ponce before slipping his whole arm around Estelle, squeezing her against him. "So whatcha been up to? Scare any boys lately?" Robbie asked as they made their way out to the entrance of the school. He patted his pocket to see if his wallet was still there. "You know...because you could like...twist their phones and stuff? Break their Xbox?" Robbie chuckled.

[Estelle Flores]

“You’re boring.” Estelle countered with the very best argumentative tactic ever. “And Florie’s worse. It makes me think of… an old woman with a floral print mumu.” She smacked Robbie in the arm preemptively, anticipating the oncoming jibe, “And don’t even say it, Mr. Willikins.” She laughed brightly at Robbie’s joke about stars, “Oh, well if we’re gonna start up on who’s gassiest, I think you win that one by a mile, stinky boy.” She elbowed him teasingly.

“Pssht.” Estelle snorted, “I’m supposed to be the good influence, so I’m not supposed to be affected by your bad ‘tude.” She gave a look of over-exaggerated self-righteousness, “I’m supposed to be far above such things.” But she could never hold such an attitude for long, and soon she was back to laughing at herself. This was the nice thing about Robbie: he could always make her smile.

Estelle squeaked happily when Robbie armed her shoulders. He was such a brother. “I do not scare boys. I’ll have you know that I am a perfect lady around boys.” She scrunched up her nose, “I’m just way too busy for that kind of stuff. But you better watch it, or I’ll bend your phone.” She giggled, completely teasing; she’d never do that with her power. It would probably blow up, the way her luck went.

“Oh!” Estelle said, straightening up, “Idea. There’s a pizza place in town. It’s cheap and close. Wanna hit it up?” She grinned at her friend, waiting for his decision.

[Robbie Wilkes]

"Wow...strong comeback. Really. I'm astounded." Robbie kept a straight face for quite awhile before he adopted an affronted expression on his face but yet again didn't maintain it for long. He never could be anything but happy around Estelle. For as long as they had been friends, Robbie couldn't remember a time when they were serious at all. Estelle was always such fun to be around. Of course, Robbie would never abandon his friend if she ever came to him upset but that never happened. They were friends based on how fun it was to be around each other. And Robbie liked that. Very much indeed.

"Well all I can say is whoever smelt it dealt it. And by that alone, it's always you, obviously." He rolled his eyes but laughed. He laughed even harder when Estelle went in a self-righteous mode, knowing she was anything but. "Chyeah whatever, dork."

"A perfect lady eh?" Robbie raised an eyebrow when she mentioned how busy she was 'for that kind of stuff' and grinned. "That usually means you're going to-" He cut himself off before jumping away from her when she said she would bend his phone. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he slipped his phone out of his pocket and gave it to her. "By all means." He joked before pocketing it again and resuming his position with his arm slung around his friend's shoulder.

Robbie lit up when Estelle mentioned a close pizza place. "Yes," he simply said before his stomach grumbled in response. He laughed. "Apparently he agrees too," Robbie patted his flat stomach.

They spent the rest of the walk out of the school compound teasing each other and laughing. "So I never told you I met someone with my powers." Robbie mentioned, remembering meeting Avery over the weekend.

[Estelle Flores]

Estelle snorted, “You better believe it. My arguing skills are so strong!” She crooked her arms as if to show off her arm muscles, “See how awesome I am? So awesome.” She laughed, nudging Robbie with her shoulder.

“Really, Robbie? Really? Whoever smelt it dealt it? And you diss on my arguing skills?” Estelle scoffed, rolling her eyes, “That may have worked if we were seven, but I am sixteen years old, and far too… okay, no, I can’t even say that with a relatively straight face.” She burst out laughing again. “Also, you’re the dork here. I’m a nerd, there is a distinct difference, Robert.” Estelle grinned at him, feigning indignation, “I’m feeling a little underrepresented right now.”

“Yes, a perfect lady,” Estelle affirmed primly, “And don’t you even make any of your jokes, I don’t know exactly what you’re gonna say, but I can guess. I’m warning you, make a gross joke, and I will punch you… right in the face!” Estelle put on an exaggeratedly angry grimace and shook her fist at him. Robbie wouldn’t take it seriously, she knew. Mostly because as far as he was concerned, her punches “felt like butterfly kisses”. He didn’t need to know that she actually did know how to punch.

“Oh put your phone away, you dummy.” Estelle snickered, “You know I won’t.”

Estelle laughed and teased with Robbie the rest of the way off campus, the weather cold, but not terribly so. It was snowing ever so slightly, and it made the entire small town look like something out of a picture book. Estelle beamed happily; she loved it when everything looked so beautiful. She turned her attention to Robbie and his statement. “Oh! No you didn’t!” She looked interested, “Do tell.”

[Robbie Wilkes]

Raising an eyebrow, Robbie totally forgot walking when Estelle proceeded to show off her 'guns'. It took him just a second before he burst out laughing at her non-existent muscles. "Oh my God, I'm terrified!" he continued laughing while he started walking again.

"Hey, it's got grounds yeah? You're boring is not a proper argument. Whoever smelt it dealt it is because come on! Nobody else smells it." Yes, his argument was solid. Nobody can really tell him otherwise. If they started to, he'll just smite them with with his lightning. And nurse a migraine later on. Occupational hazard. Robbie grasped Estelle in a headlock and gave her a noogie. "Yeah how you feel about this nerd." Robbie emphasised on the term nerd before letting her go. "Haha! You have a bird's nest on your head!"

"Perfect lady...what can I come up with for perfect lady...I-" Robbie stopped what he was going to say and grinned when Estelle threatened to punch him in the face. He never underestimated anyone and though he may tease Estelle about it, he really didn't mean any harm by it. Estelle knew that so Robbie wasn't too fussed about her taking any offense to what he said.

He clutched his chest as though in pain when Estelle called him dummy. "How could you call me a dummy! I'm at least a dumbass. Get your facts straight, sister."

With Estelle's interest piqued, Robbie launched into the story without much enthusiasm. "Her name's Avery. She's our age I think. And I dunno if she's in control of her powers or not but she kept making my snow melt!" Robbie said with an awkward laugh. "Maybe she did it on purpose." He shrugged and saw the pizza place and perked up. "FOOD!" he grabbed Estelle's hand and ran to the pizza parlour.

Once there, he went straight to the counter. "I want three slices of the pepperoni and a soda. Whatcha want?" He asked Estelle.

[Estelle Flores]

“It hasn’t any grounds,” Estelle countered, grinning, “The argument ‘you’re boring’ is a valid argument because it’s showing that you can’t really talk about being boring because of your pre-existing boring-ness.” Estelle gesticulated as she talked, “The ‘smelt it dealt it’ argument is invalid because it doesn’t make any sense.” Estelle grinned at him cheekily, “I promise you, everyone in a ten mile radius can smell you, Robbie, you’re just not taking responsibility for your farts. And—EEE” She shrieked as Robbie noogied her head mercilessly. “You jerk!” Estelle laughed, punching him in the arm. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to smooth it out, “You’re such a butthead.”

“And I don’t even want to know what you could come up with for perfect lady, thank you very much,” Estelle responded, arching an eyebrow at her friend, “And dummy and dumbass are like the same thing, one’s just less rude.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “Forgive my attempt to be polite to you, Mr. Willikins. I won’t do it again.”

“Avery…” Estelle scrunched up her face in thought, “I don’t think I know Avery, she sounds fun though.” Estelle thought pretty much anyone sounded fun, but if there was someone who could join her in teasing Robbie, then she was all right in Estelle’s book. She laughed as Robbie pulled her into the parlor, “Hooray for food!” Estelle giggled as they stumbled into the place. Warmth and the smell of delicious food filled her nose and she was suddenly, ravenously hungry.

After Robbie ordered, Estelle pulled out her wallet and checked how much money she had. She grinned, “Awesome, I’m less poor today.” She turned to the person at the counter, “Hi, I’d like two slices of cheese and olive pizza and a small soda, please.” She smiled politely. She turned to Robbie, “Where do you wanna sit?”

[Robbie Wilkes]

Knowing there was no longer a need to argue which of their arguing skills bested the other, Robbie simply rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Fine. You win." He mumbled but laughed when Estelle punched him in the arm with a greater force than he'd ever felt from her. It didn't actually hurt him but he certainly felt it. As she straightened her hair, Robbie helped her smooth it down. "I'm not THAT big a butthead. See?"

Robbie snickered at Estelle's response and her facial expression, further amused by her comments. "You don't have a polite bone in your body when it comes to me. I would appreciate it if you stop freaking me out with it now." He was tempted to ruffle her hair once more but kept it at bay by opting a less messier gesture of affection by slinging his arm around her neck. It was a good thing Estelle wasn't too weirded out by his affections because then it would be awkward for Robbie. As awkward as Robbie could actually feel anyway.

"She's alright. She gave me her number and everything. Dunno if I'll actually use it but...eh." He shrugged and grinned at Estelle's mutual love for food. He'd met girls with low tolerance for greasy food and he found that he never meshed well with them so having Estelle be as good around food as he was was lucky on his part.

Laughing at Estelle's comment about her not so empty wallet, Robbie pushed it away in an instant. "I told you it was my treat." He said reminding her. At her question, he shrugged and chose the nearest table to the counter so it would be easier for them to transfer their food down to their seats. Like he promised, Robbie paid for their food and grabbed his plate and soda, asking Estelle if she needed help with hers, a reflex when it came to girls. When she declined, he shrugged and nodded.

They ate, they talked, they laughed and then they were on their way back to the school compound. They parted ways at the dorm entrance since Estelle was in the girl's dorm and Robbie was in the co-ed dorm. As per their normal goodbyes, they butchered their complicated handshake which they came up with two months after their initial meet. Once they were in their respective dorms, they texted each other to say "Arrivederci" and "Bon nuit".

It was a good end to a good day and Robbie slept like a baby.

[Wrapped!]