I have these thoughts so often I ought to replace the slot with what I once bought
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honestly, what was even the intention of fooling with my radio?
was it a desperate, yet foolish, attempt to seem absent - minded about my threats?
Finn couldn't help but unbind a deprecated, pent up exhale.
I can't dwell on this any longer, screw him
Finn subconsciously went to grasp where his old boombox used to rest, out of habit, only to be met with nothing but air and disappointment.
Shaking his head as if to clear himself of his depression, his hands worked their way into the pockets of his old worn out skinny jeans, trying to get familiar to the abnormal feeling of not having a 10 pound object to grasp onto.
As he began to shuffle towards the sidewalk, now far away from the bridge where he spent countless lonely hours, he couldn't resist allowing his mind to ponder about the boombox he cherished in adoration.
It was nick's long before it was his.
before it was decided that Finn wasn't important, up until the age of six, he spent many days simply ogling at the radio his role model so very much loved.
Nick would spent countless hours with his younger sibling, teaching him the joys of music and the thrill it provided.
and it was at the youthful age of six that Finn decided music was just as important to him as it was to nick.
for the sole reason of it being something special to nick, it made finn feel closer to his brother.
I would love to have one of my own, Finn would think.
But unfortunately, his family didn't have the extra money (or love) to ever at the least consider the notion.
but Finn understood, or at least he figured he did.
little did he know that he'd end up being tossed away into a foster home, without a second thought.
stop
Finn blinked, his heart suddenly heavy with the thought of his previous, everyday life.
He wound his finger around a lazy curl by his ear, exhaling shaky breaths ; a trait he developed to ease his anxiety.
not that it ever really aided.
Finn then felt a sudden wave of loneliness and discontentment, more than usual.
He was tired of the games his mind played on him, his biggest critic being himself.
but that's what psychotic depression will do to you.
whatever
Not caring to give his past anymore limelight, Finn then apathetically found himself in the parking lot of the infamous capilano mall.
He felt his shoulders tense as careless multitudes of people shoved by him, making him stumble.
Finn rolled his eyes for what felt like the umpteenth time this evening, in an agitated manner before taking initiative and beginning his pace once again, keeping up with a few of the other goers.
The pale skinned boy took his time, looking at the tightly packed cars and listening to some of the hushed conversing of the other shoppers.
The hot gravel seethed and made crumbling sounds as his nike's make contact.
Finn frowned, taking sight of his almost completely worn out nike's that he's had since '93.
It wouldn't hurt to at least go look for a new possible pair while I'm here
With his mind set, he then cut a sharp right, headed towards the entrance of the mall, skimming by luxurious cars as he made way.
"Help me if you can, I'm feeling down, and I do appreciate you being 'round, help me, get my feet back on the ground ;won't you please, please help me?"
Finn lightly sang his favorite song to himself as he wiped a stray hair from his freckled cheek ; help! by the beatles.
As he then attempted to turn sideways to cut between cars, he caught sight of something stunning in his peripheral.
A small gasp slips as he quickly does a double take, almost getting whiplash.
There in all its glory, tucked away in the backseat of a pink 1993 civic, sat a 1986 Sony CFS - 280 mini boombox ; the identical twin to finn's.
"No way," Finn asthmatically whispered, his hand gently resting on the glass in pure perplexity.
these things were rare.
what are the damn odds ?
Knowing he may never stumble upon a duplicate again, he pursued his lips indecisively.
I mean, yes it's wrong and I'd feel shitty, but I can't go another day without it, I'll go insane, guaranteed.
without a second thought, and acting strictly on emotions ; his hands thinking before he truly was, he swiftly tossed the door ajar (which was unlocked) and snatched the beloved item from the backseat.
almost as if he couldn't hear it, he muted out the abrupt wails of the car alarm, taking off.
all to be heard was the grumble of the concrete beneath his sneakers and the heavy thud of his heart from what he'd just done
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okay! so basically I know this chapter's content was trashier than usual (sorry) but I wanted to attempt to go a tiny bit more in depth into finn's past without completely giving it away so here you go!
also, I wanted to implement as much '90's content while also implementing things that the characters like in real life, such as help! by the beatles actually being a bop for finn, so I hope that's also going over smoothly :)
(any theories as to finn's complete backstory? )
thanks for all the feedback!
also pt 2. - millie what are you doing leaving your doors unlocked lmao ???
