"I don't like the idea of you walking the streets at night, Ace."

"But you seemed mighty fine with it the last four times." I sat down on the grass next to Robin. He had a comical look on his face and chuckled.

"No one noticed yet?"

"Nope, I'm a ninja. I jump through my window and disappear into the shadows. No one sees me. I'm just that good." Robin whistled while raising his eyebrows.

"Ace, the Ninja." Robin shook his head with a laugh. "That doesn't have a nice ring to it."

"Why do you call me Ace?" I asked in pure curiosity.

"Well, it's like Chase, but shorter." The look on Robin's face made it seem like he was a genius.

"But...my name is A-S-E, not A-C-E." I placed my hand on my chin, in my pondering stance.

"And? What's your point?" I was quite... bewildered. An emotion I haven't felt in a long time.

"Well, shouldn't it be A-S-E? Because that's the ending letters of my name."

"No...it wouldn't. It would be A-C-E because A-S-E is pronounced ass. So, I would say Ace with a C because I not calling you an ass." Robin stared at me like I was dumb. His blue eyes so sympathetic yet the look he was giving me was just plain rude.

"Then what would you be? Trash Can?"

"What the hell? Trash Can? What sort of nickname is that? Do you not know how to give a good nickname?" Robin sat there shaking his head. His fingers intertwined with the grass while he laughed.

"Well, your ending letters are Bin. Like a trash bin... like a trash can. So, you would be Trash Can. Well, I could call you Bin but... that's weird."

"And Trash Can is not?" Robin's face was painted with emotions. I started to appreciate his smile, I noticed how effortless it was, how it seemed real, how he showed his teeth. The fact that his eyes smiled with him. "You know, staring at me won't give you the ability to see through my clothes. I mean, you could just ask. I would take them off for you."

"Shut the hell up, Robin." I punched his arm (which could be replaced with a rock and you wouldn't know the difference). "You are literally the worse."

"Well, if I'm so bad, why do you keep coming back?" He talked in a seductive way. His eyes looked fierce. He seemed alluring... almost. Then Robin plastered a grin on his face. He let me know it was a joke by his stupid smile. "You just love living life on the edge, don't you?" I laughed.

"Yes, being with Mr. Ryder is the most dangerous thing you can ever do," I smirked at him, I tried to lower my voice in a seductive way...I honestly don't know how that turned out. It must have been bad because Trash Can sure did laugh.

"Save the big talk for the big boys." Robin patted my head like I was a child. He then ruffled my hair and winked at me.

"Yes, because you are a big boy," I said sarcastically, yet he had a way with words and managed to throw it back in my face.

"Your words, not mine."

"You're an idiot."

"I thought I was a big boy." He pulled out his soft pink lips and gave me award-winning puppy dog eyes.

"You know what, I'm leaving. Think about your actions."

"Aww, did I make the lil baby sad?" He pulled my arm in a soft manner. His fingers barely tightening themselves to my wrist. Robin was always gentle when he touched me. Like I was so fragile, a single ounce of weight would break me. My eyes lingered too long on his hand... he pulled away and apologized then just sat there awkwardly.

"Sorry, I was just looking at how big your hands are."

"You know what people say about big hands? Big gloves." I rolled my eyes greatly at him.

"You sure are an idiot."

"Well, as the saying goes: it takes one to know one." I sat down next to him again. I pulled my thin legs to my chest and stared at Robin's azure eyes. "If you love my eyes so much, I'd be willing to give them to you."

"Eww, I don't want your eyes in a little jar."

"Fine, I'll give them to you in a box. You're so picky."

"I don't need your eyes. Especially not in a box."

"You're right, you need them in a trophy box. They are just that good."

"I think you need your eyes more than I need your eyes."

"Oh, so you need my eyes?" Again, he had a way with words. Especially when he would put a whole new meaning to them.

Robin did the animation of giving me his eyes. "You are a big imbecile." We both laughed. "Your laugh is contagious," I said without thinking. I immediately slapped myself in the face.

"Ah, Yes. Robin's Laugh...a deadly disease infecting everyone who crosses its path." He always had something to say. "There are very few remedies... you would be lucky to find one." He stared at me then burst out into laughter.

"I swear. You are a weirdo."

"But I'm the best weirdo."

"Yes, the best." Robin covered his lips while he laughed then I ended up laughing. It was a mess. Two boys sitting at the park in the middle of the night laughing for no reason.