Lydia

[09]

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

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The Quinn house was small and built of brick with a large roof that made the house look taller than it actually was. It was white with small blue shutters that gave the outside of the house a more homey vibe.  But its age showed as vines grew up the sides twirling through windowsills and surfaces, with moss growing between the rims and the cracks on the bottoms of the walls. 

However, the outside of the house is not what made Finn feel warm and slightly fuzzy with a smile only meant for five year olds on Christmas.  No, that was the inside of the house. 

The place where couches stuffed so tightly with cotton that the seams started to tear but still looked perfectly stitched. Where lavender scented candles lined the shelves with the smell of freshly baked brownies floating in the air.

The place where pictures of Lydia and her brother Dylan ran and played as children from imaginary monsters and forts made of pillows that were really castles with imaginary volcanic lava surrounding it.

The place where Lydia's indie albums that she made sure no one in her classes knew played in the background as Dylan sat on the white and blue rug in front of the tv playing GTA, one of the many video games that lined his wall.

The place where Finn realized he was in love with Lydia when she first told him she loved him while sitting on the edge of her bed.  Where Finn quickly realized that she didn't mean it in the way he wanted it to, but it was still good enough for him.

The place where Finn sat down on the couch in the living room in the spot right next to Lydia's favorite love seat and he sighed and called it his second home, but now he wasn't so sure where his first home was.

Finn had always thought of the Quinn family as his own. Because as a kid, this was the only place he felt truly safe and completely at home.

But lately Finn stopped; he stopped making an appearance at the Quinn home. He stopped picking up a freshly baked brownie before school. He stopped playing video games with Dylan on the giant tv after school.

Finn had stopped coming home.

It took Lydia a moment to pull her house keys out of her pocket. She had always buried them deep in her pocket so she had more room for money or anything she needed space for.

Lydia's hair was pulled into a messy ponytail and the rest hung loose against her back. There was something warm in the air and it made Finn's toes curl.

The familiar scent floated through the air making Finn smile in delight knowing Lydia's mom was making her famous brownies with sprinkled of white chocolate chips baked into the center.

"Mom made brownies just for you. She doesn't make them much anymore, but when I told her you were coming for dinner she just had to make them again." Lydia smiled with a small giggle while turning the key as the door slowly creaked open, showing how old the house truly was.

Lydia's hair fell into her face as she pushed the door open and a smile appeared on Finn's face as he stepped into the house. The familiar pictures still stood on the pearl white shelves hanging from the wall.  There were small sprinkles of dust around it and a couple pictures of Dylan and a brunette girl smiling and laughing with vibrant colors of icing smeared around their face.

"Who's that?" Finn suddenly asked pointing to the brunette grinning with Dylan in the frame.

"Oh, that's Brielle.  She's Dylan's best friend, she's really sweet." Lydia replied dropping her jacket on the couch near the door.