I don't see how you haven't posted a chapter yet. I love how 'perfectly imperfect' your characters are; even more Robin who confesses to getting high during Thanksgiving (a Holiday to share to the family and say thanks). For some reason, I perceive affection between the Narrator and Robin - but not love. It's a sense of mutual understanding that pretends to be love, but they both watch each other get consumed by the very thing that kills them. I'll be honest, so far, I am more curious regarding Alison. Who is she? Why is she there yet at the same time, not there?
I'd love to continue reading this.