The Dysfunctional

Chapter 17: Their Actions

                I could look around at the beautiful scenery. Yes, there was a smoldering house, but to be honest, the orange and redish sunset really looked beautiful. There were two larger willow trees on the sides of the picnic bench. All around, white christmas lights were strung, and a lantern sat in the middle of the table, a black rose sat in front of me. "A black rose, my-" I was interrupted by Finch looking at the table, then at me again. "favorite, I know," He said with that soft smile of his.  I could feel the heat rush to my face, as I turned around. I could tell we had driven a long way now. As I turned, I could see we were on one of the coasts. A large cliff looked over the large blue ocean. As I heard the front door of our camper open then close. I shifted completely to see Clark holding plates of food. "Be prepared for the most delicious meal of your life!" She said happily, setting our food down, soon followed by drinks in a fancy glass. "Thank you Clark," I said, bringing my nose to the glass. "Wine?!" I set the glass down. "Clark! What are you thinking!" she brought her hand behind her neck and smiled nervously. "I was setting the mood..." she relaxed and walked off. "Enjoy the meal. I'll be inside while you guys get it on." she said, turning around giving a wink. "Ah!" My voice cracked. I do have to admit, it was a lovely scenery. A dinner in a forest, with the ocean just below.

              Letting out a sigh, I let the red liquid flow into my mouth. "Finch, why did you set this all up?" He brought his arm up at my question. Bringing his hand to his chin, he let his head rest on his hand. "I'm not really sure, I guess. It's just, I didn't treat the family I had very well. Although, I had a good reason for it...But, I just wanted to make a point." What was his reason for the way he treated his family? I wondered to myself, letting my face scrunch. "And what exactly are you trying to prove?" I set my silverware down, as I finished the juicy chicken, moving on to the mashed potatoes. He picked up his glass. "We'll discuss that later my dear." My cheeks were dusted pink as I looked down. However, as I looked up, I could feel his gaze on me. We made eye contact, but it was brief, and I wished we hadn't, because Finch was already looking up at me, blush across his soft, pale face.

Soon enough, the music from the camper had started to play again, but it was louder, and I could hear it playing outside. 

        "Stella, let's go," Finch said suddenly, setting his silverware down. As we both finished our drinks, I got up, and met with him. Standing in the middle of the forest, he grabs my left hand, and takes it in his own. All of the heat in my body rushes to my face, as his other hand takes mine, and takes it to his shoulders. Dropping his hand to my hip, I can feel my body getting hot, and my stomach begin to turn. My body began to get tense. "Finch, what are you-" I was quickly interrupted by his answer. "Proving my point," he said looking down, his voice shaky. I could feel his grip tighten slightly. "Stella, I've known you a very long time," I scrunched my face and thought, We just met a couple days ago. "Finch, There is no way that that's even possible. We just met a couple days ago," I was really confused. His face was brought up, and the tears dried to his face, now showing a smirk. "Notice how I said I have known you? I've been here longer than you, and this place is strange. The whispers in the wind are what get me most. Definitely not what I was used to at Colorado High," his voice trailed off, as I spoke up. "But this is where your parents lived. What were you doing in Colorado High?" I spoke louder than I had intended, and Finch lowered his head. "I ran away Stella. My family was very abusive to me, but you make me forget that sometimes." I felt bad for asking, as his face was slightly brought to a smile.

              There was a pause, and a hint at an awkward silence. I could feel Finch loosen his grip, and his beautiful crystal eyes met whatever color mine were. "I take it the dress fits well, Stella," I looked up as he broke the awkward silence. "Y-yes, it does," I stutter, feeling my face race with heat. His eyes calm from their intense gaze. "You look beautiful, just as every other day," I couldn't speak, and we only continued to dance in the middle of the cool forest. "So, what exactly are you trying to prove?" I asked once again. however, he didn't answer right away, like he usually does. He's stalling, but for what?

          His head lowered, and his voice went quiet as the breeze picked up, bringing in the scent of the warm air, mixed with the sweet lavender scent of his. Looking ahead, I could see the orange sunset, on the horizon of the ocean. I snap my focus back to Finch, as he speaks. "I'm trying to prove that I'm still human," He said over the blasting music playing. Still human? what does he mean by that? "My parents were so cruel to me, and so was the rest of my family. It's like they were trying to break me," I have no clue what to say. I don't want to ask and bring it up. "I want those bastards to know I am still capable of feeling. I'm not going down numb and expressionless...I want them to know I can love someone, after the people I loved hurt me," The wind picked up, and the strands of black hair covering his face, soon moved out of the way, I could see his eyes, streaming with flowing tears. His gaze turned into the icy blue, much different from normal eye color. "Finch, I'm so sorry that happened to you. You don't deserve that treatment," I finished, wiping away his tears, and moving back where we were. "So, who are you capable of loving then?"  I asked, as he looked up, he tensed up and was very hesitant. He gazed at my face, for what seemed like a long time. "Finch, are you-" I was quickly cut off by his sweet lips, crashing into mine with a gentle touch.  I stood in shock, as Finch pulled away. His face saddened because I didn't kiss back. "All I wanted was you, Stella." I felt the guilt build up as he walked away. I grabbed his arm and turned him back towards me, with a confused look on his face. "Stella, I'm sorry I acted childish. I was in a desperate hope you'd feel the same, it was a dumb ide-" I got my payback for all  the times he cut me off. I kissed him, and he returned the favor. His lips were sweet, with a hint of candy, it seemed like. wrapping his arms around my torso, he pulled me close, almost into a hug. "Stella," he started, looking into my eyes. "yes, Finch," was all I replied with before he continued. 

"I think I love you"

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A/N sorry for the long wait, I've been a little busy lately. Next chapter will definitely be out this week, so be sure to vote and comment! It means a lot when you guys do! I really appreciate the 394 total reads! lets bring it to 400 by friday!