Stick around (RINNEY)

7

Rain poured down heavily from the outside, ricocheting off the windows, imitating the sound of a loud beating drum. Dark clouds loomed over the whole of Denver, threatening to spew dangerous strikes of lightning down on all of them.

Finney's English teacher had been waffling on for a good twenty minutes, making Finney so bored he had to fight to stay awake. The only thing keeping him from drifting off into a dream were the dimly lit ceiling lights that flickered and buzzed annoyingly in his ear and the loud rumble and clap of thunder.

He stared out of the second story window, getting a good view of the whole school. There were two girls giggling and pushing each other around, running for some sort of shelter as they protected their freshly permed hair with their hands.

Finn looked up to the skies and frowned. The grey clouds made him feel depressed. They always had. It made him feel like he was in one of those black and white films where they couldn't speak, and only cooky music is heard in the background. He wondered what it would be like to live in a different state right now. Maybe a place where the sky wasn't constantly painted one singular colour, a place where the sun shines every day and the people weren't so miserable all the time.

He looked back to his book, the page being completely empty. Normally, it would bother him, and he would descend into a rush to catch up, but today, he was just too tired to care. It was the first lesson on a cold, miserable Monday. He would just do work tomorrow.

Finney picked up in his pen and took off the lid, pressing the tip of it onto the skin on the back of his hand. He normally drew on himself when he couldn't focus. He drew some stars and planets before the girl next to him poked his shoulder. 'The fuck was the for?' He thought to himself as he turned to face her.

Their eyes connect, and she smiles at him as a sort of apology before signalling towards the door. Finney raises an eyebrow in confusion and looks to where her hand is pointing.

Through the rectangular bit of glass, he spots Robin standing outside, peering into the classroom and making funny faces through it. An uncontrollable smile crept onto Finney's face. All of a sudden, his surroundings didn't seem so bad.

He took a quick glance towards his teacher seeing he was distracted before looking back at Robin, mouthing a quick 'What are you doing here?' Robin waved him over mouthing back. 'Come here.'

Finney raised his hand up into the air, waiting for the teacher to acknowledge him.

"Yes, Finney?" He placed his hand onto his hip.

"Can I go to the toilet?" Finney asked quietly. His teacher sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, getting annoyed at him for interrupting 'important' lesson time.

"Fine. But make it quick." Finney pushed his chair out and quickly left to get away from the burning eyes set on him. He grabbed to door handle and pressed down on it, slipping out of the classroom.

"Hey, Finn." Robin grinned as he leaned his head up against a random locker and looked the boy up and down. Finney smiled brightly.

"Hey, Robin. What're you doing?" He asked curiously. He should be in his own lesson, not showing up to Finney's. It's not like he was complaining. The prayers that he made to be saved from that boring class had been answered. Robin's shoulders jumped up into a shrug.

"I was skiving and walking around," he started. "And then you caught my eye. You looked like you were about to jump out the window." He laughed slightly.

"I was sure debating it," Finney said back sharply, a small chuckle escaping his own lips.

"Well, why don't you skip with me?" Robin offered. It would be nice to have some company and he was surely not going to lessons. Finney stood there as he debated it in his head. If they got caught, they would get into a lot of trouble, but then again, he didn't want to look like a total loser in front of Robin.