The shaggy haired brunette had given up eating and any hope by this point. He knew the facts, three weeks was to long and it was time to give up. He knew he had to but he couldn't as Robin and Gwen pushed him forward, helping him do the most simple tasks like eating and brushing his teeth to try and help his mental state. The Blake boy had been crushed with depression and his emotions when he discovered Oliver was no where to be found and was kidnapped. The police tried ruling him a runaway due to his home life and now lack of parents who had also just vanished, but the boys called bullshit.
Finney didn't know where Oliver was, what happened to him, if he was okay, he wanted to crumble because of it. He could barely push himself out of bed alone anymore knowing and processing the fact Oliver wouldn't be at the corner waiting for him, wanting to talk about random shit so early in the morning. He needed Gwen to help him out of bed and force him to eat breakfast, brush his teeth, etcetera.
He felt so pathetic and lost. He couldn't do anything on his own and no guidance counselor could ever possibly help him. Everything reminded him of his Jupiter, the corner, first period, the drawing on his wall, the photo on his nightstand, the bike rack, the library. The list could go on, the curly haired boy seemed to make a mark everywhere Finn went. He couldn't stop thinking about what Oliver was speaking of the night he'd gone batshit crazy, and honestly, he didn't really want to know. But he was right.
He was the next to go, and it couldn't have been avoided, just pushed back further and further until it was done.
Finn couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe that the seat next to him in science was now empty, and everyone always looked over their shoulders and looked back at the lonely boy, the boy who couldn't even bring himself to pay attention to class. He thought they'd point and laugh at him like always, but they didnt. They just stared at him. It was like they were going to say something but the last bit of empathy and pity they had for him struck then.
The boy fidgets with a paper in his hand, folding it in all different ways as he stares at his writing. A sort of coping mechanism he had picked up that helped a bit, but knowing his Jupiter couldn't read them made it all worse again.
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He started to tear up, it only reminded him he couldn't tell the love of his life how he actually felt. It broke him to his core. He went from two best friends to one in one afternoon and he wanted to take it all back, just take Oliver straight home with him and make sure it never happened. He couldn't imagine what the curly haired boy was going through as he sat in school, alone and afraid for him.
As the bell dismisses the class, Finney quickly exits the room, needing the support of Robin for a quick minute. Looking over at his left, he sees his bullies, snickering and pointing at him subtlety, obviously making fun of him. Finn turns away, making his way to his foreign language class, wanting to just sit down and have someone like Robin to talk to.
Robin was always open and caring for his friends, he was like the therapist friend and he'd be down to help anyone at any time, that's who the boy was. During second period, the boy would whisper to Finn next to him and make sure he was okay at all times, just wanting to distract him from everything that lurked outside their little, invisible box of a safe space.
Sitting down, Finn glances over at Robin, picking the scabs on his knuckles, a bad habit the boy had and he couldn't let go of it. Bad habits are hard to break. Robin looks over, resting his hands down on the desk as he softly smiles to Finney. He could see the tears pricking at the brunette's eyes, and the small paper he had shoved in his jeans pocket.
"Hey, Finn"
"Hey, Robin"
Finn rests his cheek in his right hand, notebook opened and pencil in his left hand, wanting to just get class over with. He didn't have motivation for anything, and his grades were slowly slumping.
"You okay? We can go to the bathroom for a minute if you have to?" Robin suggests, seeing a tear slide down the boy's cheek and onto the paper in front of him.
Finn nods, raising his hand to get their teacher's attention, Robin doing the same. The boys leave their things, the teacher knowing and okay with Finn needing to leave for his mental health, making their way through the halls to the boy's bathroom. Robin had slung his arm around Finney's shoulders, trying to show him some comfort as they walked. He saw the dark circles under his eyes, the tired expression and overall depressed state Finney was in.
Finn sits on the counter in the bathroom, in the corner so he could extend his legs and basically lay down, but sat up because if he lay down, his feet would dangle off the side. Robin sits next to him, his feet a foot off the ground as he looks over at the brunette, waiting for him to speak or just cry.
All Finney Blake does is turn, rest his head on Robin's shoulder, letting the tears escape his eyes. He sniffles, wiping his cheeks with his sleeve, staining it a darker shade of grey. Robin rubs Finn's back, resting his head on his, starting to teat up as well.
They just wanted Oliver back, for everything to be normal again.
But life fucking sucks.
AN - God fucking damn I'm back. school starts tmr and I'm not excited. but that means updates will slow and that's not gonna be fun :/ but I'll try my best to update often!! fun stuff is being made next chapter dw. and ty for 1k!! this is very exciting jekwken
