|| Second Book! Can not be read as a stand-alone || Read The Secrets Of Finnley first!
"Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire."
After getting in a lot of trouble, Cristian tried to pick up his carefree life again. He focusses on...
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- Sunday, October 29th -
It's Sunday and I know I'm asking Finnley a very big favour to ask him to join me to go to church. But with all that has happened lately I really feel the need to go to church again. I haven't been there in months and sometimes I miss it. I know it's weird, since the people in there are the shallowest, most judgemental people I've ever met. But I'm still religious, just in my own way.
"You know I'm not religious." I watch as Finnley rolls around in bed, offering me a view on his back, while he pulls the cover back over his head. "I'm not going in there."
"You do know I'm still religious, right? I just don't believe that being gay is wrong, or sick, or whatever."
"But you do believe in some mighty guy high up in the sky?" He turns his head to look at me with a frown. "You're dense."
"Hey!" I can't help but chuckle because he's calling me dense, like he always used to. "I'm religious, not dense. Just because I believe in God doesn't mean I'm dense.
"You're an idiot." He murmurs, rolling back around. "Why do you want me to go? It's like... Sunday. We could stay home while your parents go to church. We could sleep some more. Or, you know..." He wiggles his eyebrows.
"Even though it's really tempting to stay home alone with you, I really want to go, okay? I just feel restless lately and I'm scared and I just want to feel like me for a while."
"You are you. And whatever way you feel, is still feeling like you."
"Yes, mister wise-guy." I grab a pillow. "But more the old me, who feels like a good person."
"You area good person, Cris," Finnley deadpans, turning around, right before I hit him in the face with the pillow.
"Stop taking everything I say literally," I groan, while he laughs softly, pushing the pillow away. God, he looks cute right now.
"Still, why do you want me to go?"
"Because..." I shrug, trying to lighten the subject a bit. "We always used to go there together."
"That was before I accidentally outed myself to my parents and got abducted." He frowns. "What's the real reason you want me to come with you?"
"Well..." Now I feel a bit insecure, because I don't feel like I have the right to ask him to come along in the first place, let alone for my stupid reason. "I want you with me."
Finnley keeps frowning, pushing himself up on his elbows. "You want me with you. For what reason?"
"I feel at ease when I'm with you and I'm a bit... scared." I admit with a groan following my words. "I'm scared to go there but I really want to go. I know that doesn't make any sense, but to me it does, okay?"
Finnley closes his eyes. "You're too damn cute when you look like that."
"Like what?"
"The pouting and all." He smiles sleepily. "You know you owe me big time if– and only if– I would go with you? Because this is would be a huge favour I'm doing you."
