Lydia

[08]

WARNING*- Mature content, including vulgar language, talks/ attempts of suicide, and trigger themes.

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It was cold when Finn finally went back to school. After receiving a major hangover from his night of partying with Lydia that he still couldn't remember, he decided that he would skip a couple days. Finn wasn't too keen on dealing with people he didn't really care about while having a massive hangover.

Finn walked with a slump in his back, black rimmed eyes, his skin pale from lack of sleep, and his throat dry from the bitterness and the amount of alcohol he had days before. Finn still couldn't remember half of what happened that night but slowly bits and pieces were coming back in flashes.

It was quite odd for Finn when he would be eating a hamburger one minute and the next his vision blurs and all he sees is flashing lights and Lydia's smile. Although Finn couldn't stop thinking about Lydia's smile because it was one of the only things he thought was truly beautiful.

The concrete below Finn was chipped and worn and was a dull beige color that made Finn's nose crinkle a little. The school was filled with chatter and laughter just like it always was and with people that didn't look, or even glance as Finn walked by.

No one cared. No one ever cared.

And that thought didn't bother Finn in the slightest, because to be honest he didn't really care either. Finn accepted the fact that he was merely a fragment of pain in this cruel world a long time ago.

"Oh! Finn!" Finn glanced up to see Lydia running towards him as fast as her short legs could take her.  She looked messy and slightly clumsy as she pushed through person after person shrugging her bag further up her shoulder while trying to keep the huge glasses frames that she barely wore on her nose.

Finn's heart sped a little watching as Lydia's jumper drifted against her stomach.  But what really made his heart skip a beat was the small splashes of red paint stained on the jumper.

Finn knew the jumper probably smelt of tequila and lost dreams, of cotton candy and caramel apples and felt like cool sunsets and fireworks over the seas. 

And that's what made Finn's heart skip a beat.

"Woah," Finn stumbled a little as Lydia practically fell into his arms.  Finn helped Lydia stand up as a small giggle escaped her lips.  "Are you alright?"

"Yeah! I'm great actually." Lydia giggled brightly as Finn furrowed his eyebrows as a smile that matched Lydia's slowly spread on his face.

"Why aren't you wearing your contacts?" Finn asked causing Lydia to smirk up at him before pushing the big frames further up her nose.

"I don't know, just wanted to wear my glasses today, I guess." Lydia shrugged her grin still never leaving her face.

"Well, you look beautiful." Finn said meaning every word.  But as Lydia's grin widened she never realized the glint in Finn's eyes that said that he truly thought she was beautiful inside and out.  He thought she was beautiful every minute of every day.  Lydia didn't see the glint in his eyes that said that he was in love.  Because for all Lydia knew, Finn was just a good friend.  Someone who was always there for her and was always making her happy.