What Are You Hiding?

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Chapter 5

I softly closed Finns door behind me, just in case Reese took a trip upstairs. I took a look around, he kept his room together like a typical teenage boy, there were dirty clothes scattered across the floor, and an unmade bed, and sports flags on the wall above his desk. The room had soft cream walls and white accents, and a soft dark grey bedspread. I finally removed my hand from the doorknob and took steps deeper inside, I didn't see any family photos or any knick-nacks for that matter. I wasn't sure what I was hoping to find and I'm not sure what knick-nacks will help me discover about Finn but I figured it couldn't hurt. I went up to his desk smoothing my index finger over what seemed like boring school papers, I slowly opened a top drawer and found nothing of importance, just paper, pencils, and other things like that. I moved on to his closet and other drawers but there was nothing anywhere it seemed that would give me any hints about the old Finn. I started feeling hopeless and naïve, not to mention borderline phyco for going through all his things, but I figured I had come this far and might as well finish my search. I creep up to the bedside table and open the small wooden drawer, I pull out some little things of medicine, I figured from when he was last sick, but still nothing. I rummage toward the back and pull out a black hardcover note book, bingo! As I'm pulling it out a small folded up paper tumbles from the back, I unfold the delicate thing to realize that it's actually a picture. In the photo Finn had the largest grin on his face, showing off two deep dimples I didn't know he had, he was held in still motion, seemingly in the middle of a pretend fight with a beautiful young girl, she looks hopefully up at Finn and I'm mesmerized by how happy and young he is, my heart seizes up, what could have made a boy who seemed so happy and hopeful change so dramatically? Just as I think this I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the front door slamming shut. I shove the little picture back into the notebook and scatter to close the bedside table and rush out of Finns room and into mine, who I assume is Finn stomps up the stairs and the door across the hall slams, yep it's Finn. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and walk over to my bed and sink down into it, I'm left with way more questions than I had before I went in there. I had to read the little black notebook. I pulled myself out of my thoughts and got changed into cozy sweats and a tee-shirt and made my way downstairs feeling a tad hungry. Lisa and Harold worked with each other at a law firm and they normally don't get home till 7:45ish and it was 5 so I made some nachos and settled down in front of the tv and started my channel surfing.

"Hey there" I hear Reese say sweetly behind me, I turn to him in nothing but a pair of sweat pants and I try to conceal my blush.

"I like the way you think, I had nachos earlier" He says with ease not picking up my uncomfortable state. He grabs a water bottle and plops down next to me.

"So what are we watching?" I try to hide my small smile, happy that he wants to spend time with me.

"Well there's not much on so I was thinking maybe a movie marathon," I pause, gauging how he feels about this," Harry Potter?" I say as a question.

"I don't know, we've got school tomorrow and if we start this we are going all the way" Reese chuckles,"We could be up till the ass crack of dawn" He looks me in the eyes, trying to see any hesitation but leaps up and head towards the movie room.

"Well then we better get started, in comfort and style, to the movie room we go!" I laugh starting to run upstairs, my brain quickly flicks to Finn, should we invite him? I push that away, he hates you remember! I remind myself.

"I'll grab some snacks and be up in a minute" Reese claims. I head into the movie room, still amazed I can even say I have one. I grab a blanket and throw myself down on the massive sofa, snuggling up pretty quickly. Reese runs in and pops the first movie of many into the DVD player.

"Not fair" He fake pouts as he looks down at me,"If you only grabbed one blanket then I guess we must share" He says emphasizing must and takes a very close seat next to me. He picks up half the blanket as the movie starts and my mind cannot seem to focus, there was a beautiful shirtless boy snuggled up next to me. I snap my head out of the clouds of possibility and remember he is my foster brother, keyword, brother.

The night continues, us laughing and smiling although every movie so far. Lisa and Harold got home a while ago but we all had eaten so they decided to get to sleep early, suggesting we do the same of course.

I try to avoid the sleepiness that washes over me but I feel my head slouch down onto Reese's shoulder, his warm skin felt so nice against my cold cheek.

"Cameron if you're tired we can st-" I cut Reese off lazily.

"No, no we are only on the fourth movie" I pout to tired to keep my eyes open.

"It two am and you're tired and we have school, I know I said I don't quit but I can make an exception" I knew he was smiling, I could feel it.

"Really?" I almost whisper, too tired to talk.

"Alright" Reese begins, "let's go" I feel his hands slip under me and in no time he carries me bridal style across the hall and into my room, I get little butterflies all through my stomach but try to suppress them, he's just being sweet, I remind myself. Reese sets me down and covers me in blankets, I keep my eyes shut the whole time, I don't think I could handle looking into his beautiful baby blue eyes, I have to remember, brother.

"Goodnight Cam" I hear him whisper, then feet softly pad across my floor and out the door. My head spins, how could I let myself get so comfortable, at any moment I could be moved and judging by what a great time I had tonight I know it wouldn't be easy for me. I start to work myself into a panic, how could I have been so careless to let myself become so attached to Lisa, Harold, and Reese in just one week! I take in a deep breath and remember a key ingredient that I might not miss as much, Finn. In the short time I've been here he's left me with so many questions and so much animosity, and yet as I drift off into sleep I realize that somehow he's always the one on my mind when I close my eyes.

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