Clear Skies ♕Stormpilot AU♕

[20]

[Finn]

I'm not exactly sure if I'm asleep or not. My brain feels fuzzy and my whole body is numb, except for my legs. It feels like I just ran a marathon. I opened my eyes, but it was still pretty dark.

Was I dead?

Did the surgery go wrong?

Man. Poe's gonna be extremely pissed.

"You're not dead Finnegan."

My head perked up. I knew that voice. The voice of the invisible man. The voice of...

"Coy!" I spun around and pressed my face into his chest, holding him tightly.

Coy chuckled and returned the hug.

"W-what are you doing here? How are you here? I-"

"Slow down little bro." Coy laughed. "Relax dude. Take a deep breath. In and out."

I took three deep breaths and opened my eyes. Coy was still there. What was going on. Why wasn't he dead. Not that I wanted him to be dead, but it kind of destroys the point of being dead if you're alive and talking to someone.

"I am dead Finn."

"Woah, you can read my thoughts?" I asked, in astonishment.

"That's not even the half of what I can do." Coy bragged, as he snapped his fingers.

All of a sudden we were in some kind of old timey reading room. There were two big comfy chairs and a fire crackling in the fire place. There wasn't a record or radio but the room was filled with jazz. Book shelves lined the walls. Next to the chairs were two small tables. Both with tea and cookies on them. Coy plopped down on the left chair.

"I've always wanted a place like this." He said slumping into the chair.

I laughed. "I feel like we should be solving a mystery or something." I said.

Coy nodded and sipped his tea. "So, how are things? Being dead, you don't get out much and, going to out into the war zone and just spouting drama and gossip doesn't happen much either."

"Then how are you here?" I asked him.

He shrugged. "One minute I was just chillin' in my head and the next I'm here reading your thoughts about death and some guy named Poe. Who is he? Have you replaced me already?" He gasped.

I laughed. "Of course not. No one could ever replace you." I told him.

Coy let out a relieved sigh. "Good. So who is he then?" He asked.

"Um...well he's my...he's my...boy...friend." I stammered.

Coy rolled his eyes. "Finn its natural for you to have boys for friends. Stop acting like it's taboo or something."

I sighed. "No Coy, like...he's my boyfriend...as in we're dating." I explained.

Coy raised his eyebrow. "You're gay? For the longest time I thought you were asexual."