My Redhead Redneck

The Rat Shows His True Colors

Chapter three: The Rat Shows His True Colors

It is now eight thirty, In-n-out has ended, and I am currently waiting for my dad to come pick us up.

Finn never did come back inside and I don't blame him. I would want to stay away from me too. Granted I have no idea what I did, but still. He is now walking back and fourth across parking lot as far away as he can get with us still being able to see him. Boy I really screwed up this time I think as I hear the loud noise of the cruiser's engine coming closer. 

I gesture to Anya to come over just as my dad pulls up. I clamber in the back and look out the window to see Finn with his hands in his pockets and face studying the ground as he walks toward us. I guess he's just as excited as I am for the car ride home.

He gets in quickly and I notice he's not as clumsy as he was before. Sardines would be proud of us. We fit in way better then we did before and I must say Finn is a lot better at fitting all his limbs in than I am.

I get in the front after we drop off Anya and as good of a job we did packing ourselves in the back, Finn and I are much more comfortable now.

We get home and I graciously tip the seat forward for Finn.

I leave to walk in the house but before I open the door I look back and see Finn watching me intently, a remorseful look on his face. Before I can tell why he looks away and his cheeks almost match the color of his hair.

It's then that I can tell that we are good again and when he looks up I smile as big as my lips will let me. I open the door and head up stairs to my room the smile still not gone.

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I wake up to a big crash and sounds of pipe fittings bouncing on the ground. Burglars!

I run to the window, which admittedly isn't far from my bed, and look out. Finn is running around franticly trying to pick up the mess he made. Some of the pieces rolled under the trailer which was now parked there.

To be honest I don't notice most of it because I'm too engrossed in gawking at Finn who is clad in a wife beater shirt and sweatpants. You can see his muscles tense and loosen as he bends down to pick up the pieces.

After he finishes he continues to do what I'm assuming he was doing before he knocked everything over based on the sweat glistening on his skin and soaking his shirt. If you haven't picked up on it yet that would be working out. So that's where those muscles come from I think as I watch him do pull ups on the cherry picker which he has jacked up to be horizontal.

His biceps are very defined and you can see the veins poking out with each rep. Have always had a thing for that.

He does about 25 reps before moving on a piece of cardboard to do push ups. Man he has stamina. He does about 30 but I'm not sure because he's moving so fast. He's got his hair pulled back in a rubber band and I can't help but think that it is going to hurt so bad when he goes to take it out.

Suddenly he looks up right where I'm at and quirks his head to the side. My face flames red and I back quickly away from the window. I've never been much of a blusher so this is a first.

I quickly grab some clothes and get in the shower. I'm sure I look terrible and normally I would have procrastinated as long as I could to get in the shower but those days are long gone now that Finn is around. I get out and blow dry my hair before heading downstairs. My dad is outside and I go to help him get his ice chest in the truck.

"Hey Rebecca, would you get my ice chest in the truck?"

"Working on it."

As I go to pick it up Finn walks through the side door. I straighten quickly and adjust my shirt so he doesn't get a nice show of my assets.