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Redfinch // Christmas Part 2

Race and Finch were actually so scared, "I think we should just leave it-" Finch whispered to Race as they were looking at their cards in a game of poker,
"Where do you think Buttons got that kind of money anyway?"
Race asked. Finch just shrugged, "I don't know, but if we leave now, we don't risk losing it." Race nodded, "But this was your idea, so I'm telling everyone your the pussy." Finch rolled his eyes and got up, "Well, fellas-" He said to the other players, "It's been great, but we are going to have to go."
Race followed him as they slowly backed away from the huge scary men they were gambling with, "Thank you for such a great night, and we'll see you again some other time-"
From the silence of the men, Finch and Race knew that they were in trouble, so they ran out as soon as they were close enough to the door.

Outside, they kept running until they knew they weren't at risk of being followed and ran back into the lodging house. However, when they were inside their room, they found Buttons on his bed crying with Elmer and Crutchie by his side, comforting him.
They covered their face as they slowly walked to Finch's bed, "What are we supposed to say to him?" Race asked, his heart breaking for Buttons, "Hey, sorry we stole a shit load of money from you, but good news, we were gambling it and lost half of the money." Finch shrugged, he looked at the time 7:22. "I don't know, God I feel awful. We are going to have to lie our way out of this one."
Race sighed and nodded as they make their way to Button's bed.

"Hey, Benji, what's wrong?" Race asked, sitting on the bed infront of his.
Buttons seemed too distraught to speak so Crutchie said, "He lost a $5 note."
Race and Finch acted shocked, "5 dollars?! Wow, where did you even get that kind of money?"
Buttons sighed, "I found it when selling at sheepshead, I asked a rich looking man if it was his, but he just told me to keep it and to save it. And now it's gone."
Elmer hugged him tightly, "I'm sure it's not far."
Race and Finch looked at eachother guilty, "Yeah, sorry buddy-" Finch said.

Back at Albert's house, Albie looked at the time, 7:39. He wanted to bash his head into a brick wall, he sat at the small dinner table, listening to boring conversation. He lay his head on the table, "Albert, your free to go to bed if your tired." His aunt said. He looked up slowly, "Where am I sleeping tonight?"
"In the closet." His oldest brother snickered.
Albert sighed, "Haha very funny. Pa, where am I sleeping tonight?"
His dad blankly said, "In the closet,  we don't have any clothes I there so I cleared it out and now it's like a little room of your own, but it's pretty small."
Albert sat up, "Wow, that's actually so cool, thanks dad-"
"Yeh don't thank me, there's so much more I could have given all of yous."
Albert felt bad, but he stood up and went upstairs to door beside his old room he shares before with his dad and brother, he opened what used to be a storage cupboard and what was now the tiniest room with a mattress and small brown blanket and pillow. On the bed were Albert's few possessions he kept at his house, 1 book, a dictionary, a note book and pencil, and some old homemade toys from when he was little his dad made him, carved out of wood. He sat down and took off his vest and hat, he hated the holidays because it reminded him what little he and his family has.

Meanwhile, at the lodging house, Finch lay on his back with a pillow to his face, trying to ignore the guilt eating him up. He started thinking of Albert, how he must be miserable at the moment, how much he wanted to hold him. He thought about how he could make the few minutes they'll have really worth it, he thought about bring him a gift, but he didn't have the money, and he isn't spending the £2 dollars that belongs to Buttons.
But then he though, there's always the option to make him a gift-
"Race?" He got outside where Race was smoking, "Yeh?" Race answered
"What do you think Albie wants for the holidays, that is- you know- do able?"
Race lifted an eyebrow, "Hes your boyfriend-"
"Yeh, and your best friend, and, he'd never tell me, he'd feel like he's forcing me to get him something and I want to surprise him."
"Well, I know something he'd really want, but I'll only tell you on one condition."
"What is it?"
"You tell Jack you lost the money."
"What?! No- I-" But Finch really want this, "You know what fine- fuck you- but fair."
Race laughed, "Ok. What does he love more than you?"
Finch though for a second, "Food?"
Race shook his head as Finch kept thinking, "I don't know-"
"Nothing." Race smiled, "Finch he loves you more than anything. And I remember when you guys started dating, he found out you knew how to play the guitar and he was swooned, I think if you played him alittle something, then you'd really surprise him."
Finch sighed sadly, "That's such a sweet idea, but I sold my guitar ages ago."
"Don't worry, you can always borrow one, theres an old shop that has a guitar they let people borrow for about a dollar for a day, you can manage that, right?"
Finch nodded, "Yeah! I can! Thanks again!" He ran off to the shop Race was talking about.

Albert looked at the clock, he smiled when he noticed it was only 45 minutes until he can see Finch. He started whispering to himself, "Please be on time."
He missed him, its stupid but he did. He has never spent a night without him since they got together, he would always make his way to Finch is bed, even after a fight, Finch would lay down beside Albert and force Albie to forgive him or apologise realising, they are too in love.
Albert lay down on his mattress and starred at the clock, "40 more minutes..." He closed his eyes and thought about what he could do in those 10 minutes with eachother, he promised himself he wasn't gonna shy away and get as much affection as he can. He then thought, what if he starts writing Finch a letter? Give it to him tonight for him to open on Christmas day, that would be so romantic- Finch would tease him, but, he knew he'd love it, he took out his notebook and pencil and thought:

Dear Finch,

Christmas is a time to spread cheer and happiness to those we care about. I want to take this opportunity to let you know how much I love you and how thankful I am to have you in my life.

From our first date I knew we were meant for each other, and these past few months have only confirmed that for me. You are an amazing person who brings joy and laughter into my life every day.

I wanted to get you something special for Christmas, to show how much I love and appreciate you, but as you know, there isn't much I I give you and I am so sorry. All I can offer is my love and devotion - my heart is yours and only yours.

I hope you have the best Christmas ever, and I can't wait to hold you again, asshole.

From,
Albert Dasilva

Albert cringed to himself, "It's so cheesy... He'll love it." He laughed alittle. He folded up the peice of paper and wrote, 'Do not open until Christmas morning'.

Albert then lay back down. He waited...
And waited...
And waited...
Until- "9 o'clock." He smiled and jumped up and ran downstairs, past his family and to the streets, and into the allyway Finch promised to meet him. But Finch wasn't there. He knew he wouldn't be there exactly on time but, he still wished he was.
Albie nervously fiddled with his fingers, and waited.
And waited...
And waited...
An hour later he was on the floor, still waited, when he decided, Finch wasn't going to come. He had his head between his knees.
"Fucking idiot can't keep a goddammed promise." He was frustrated and angry at Finch. He stood up and kicked the closest thing around him. "I hate him so much-"
Finch has tendencies to forget things, not on purpose, just that he gets distracted with stuff. He tried his best but he has forgotten birthdays, names and even dates before. Albert assumed this was another one of Finch's brain farts.
He got up, and slowly walked back inside disappointed, his dad was cleaning up the kitchen when he saw Albert walk up the stairs,
"Hey, son, is everything OK?"
"I'm fine, Pa, really."
"You don't seem fine, hun." His aunt said softly, Albert scoffs in response.
"Albert, we just-" his dad started before Albert cut him off, snapping, "Just leave me the fuck alone! I don't know why I come here every holiday?! Its miserable for godsake! We ain't a family anymore stop trying to force us to be! This house is crap, this family is crap and Mammys dead, there's nothing here I like so I might aswell leave!" He ran upstairs to his room and slammed the door getting his stuff ready to leave.
Finch better have a good excuse or else Albert swore that their relationship is over.