hate|rinney|TBP

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A/N: I REUNITE WITH MY BSF IN 7 DAYS IM SO EXCITED🤭🤭

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Finney winces when his alarm goes off, his head throbbing. He presses snooze, sitting up. He screws his eyes shut, cradling his head.

"Fuck." Finney croaks out, voice cracking. Great, he lost his voice too. He turns so his legs are hanging off the side of the bed, bracing himself for the pain he's about to feel when he stands up.

As soon as he does, he feels like the whole world is spinning, and dots cloud his vision. He stumbles against the wall, leaning on it so he doesn't fall.

After a few moments he walks out of his room, heading to the bathroom. He grimaces when he sees his reflection.

Dark circles under his eyes, nose red from it being stuffed up. His hair is a curly shaggy mess, and he's almost as white as paper.

Yeah, he definitely can't go to class. He sighs, splashing some cold water on his face, before dragging his feet back to his room.

He changes into some black basketball shorts and a white tank top, something that will help him atleast be a bit cooler.

He runs a hand through his sweaty hair, cringing in disgust. He sits on his bed, staring at his wall, before his phone goes off.

He frowns, looking at who's calling, smiling softly when he sees who it is.

"Hey Gwen." Finney says, cringing at his voice cracks. "Hey Finney! I was just calling to see if you were okay." Gwen says.

"Yeah i'm all good, my classes are cool too." Finney says, clearing his throat when mucus runs down it. "You sound like shit, are you sick?" Gwen asks.

"Wow thanks. Yeah, I am. I'm going to just call in a sick day for today and tomorrow." Finney reply's, sitting up against the wall beside his bed.

"Ah ok, I hope you feel better!" Gwen exclaims. "Yeah, Bye Gwenny." Finney says, sniffling. "Bye shithead." Gwen says back, hanging up.

Finney rolls his eyes, before getting under his comforter, and falling back asleep.

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He wakes up again, mouth dry and sweating. He opens his eyes, adjusting to the soft amount of light coming into the room.

He turns over, grabbing his phone off of the nightstand, checking the time. 4:37 pm.

Shit, he didn't mean to sleep that long. He sits up, staring down at his hands. Then, he hears the noise of the tv on in the living room area.

Finneys brows furrow in confusion, he never turned the tv on. Oh, right.

His roommate was moving in today.

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