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"So what were you doing in that tree?" Finn questions.
I put my knees up to my chest on his abnormally large couch.
I wasn't that surprised when I first walked in to his house... Firstly, the outside of the house is amazingly big with all the plants and flowers growing in the front garden... Even the perfectly shaped hedges.
The house has such a posh appearance and I feel like I can just tell what kind of person Finn is, without him having to tell me.
I've seen the music room and the bookshelves packed, the perfectly lined up shoes and the coat rack set with a coat on every hook. Everything is perfectly arranged... Even the salt and pepper in his kitchen are positioned so correctly. I almost suspect OCD.
The one thing that confuses me is why he has a skateboard... It's completely opposite from what I've gathered...
"It's a long story, I guess." I murmur, my eyes staring at the shelves covered with trophies and awards.
"I kind of like stories... Especially when they're long, in fact, I'm ordering Thai, you want?" He smiles with the phone in his hand.
"I don't... I don't think it's such a goo-" I pause.
As much as it fears me that I will will be judged and criticised, I kind of want to share it with him... To have a friend that is a boy and won't scream or laugh... Finn seems genuine and if I'm right about him, as a person, then maybe he will understand and give me some proper advice.
But then again, what if he tells someone or what if he laughs... I wouldn't tell him everything though... I wouldn't tell him about the period, I'd just adjust the story a bit. And I wouldn't tell him about Isaac... I'd change the name and make it clear that he's just a friend.
Because he is.
A friend.
Maybe not even that anymore...
"You know what, I'll take you up on that... But can we do Chinese instead?"
"You got it." He laughs.
He leaves the room and I can hear him ordering and then he stops. He re-enters the room with two glasses of Coke and hands me one. I thank him and cup the glass with both of my hands.
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