|| 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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- Wednesday, November 22nd -
I'm a bit impatiently tapping my foot, waiting for the food I'm cooking to be ready. I hate cooking, honest to god, but I need to eat and Nathan is refusing to cook since it's not his turn.
Besides, he's cuddled up with Stan on the couch, watching Netflix. And here I am, waiting for my boyfriend to come over so that I won't feel so much as an intruder to their... alone... time. I can't believe they're a comfy couple like this already. I can't believe they're still together either. They do make a nice couple. A bit parental-ish, but nice. I can't help but to feel as if I'm their son, because that is sort of how they threat me, ever since I injured my head again.
And then went with Finnley and Oliver to convince Charlie of the truth and confront Finnley's mother about her lies. I never told Nathan I was going to be home late, so he kind of freaked out since I wasn't answering my phone either.
What can I say? I was occupied.
I turn around to check the time on the clock, looking at my phone to see if Finnley contacted me about being late. He was supposed to help me cook dinner, telling me he would come over as soon as Charlie was home to babysit their cousin.
"Dude, I'm starving." Stan appears in the kitchen, rubbing his stomach with one hand, stretching while holding the other behind his head.
"Nearly done." I yawn, becoming lazy just by looking at him. "I was planning on waiting for Finn."
"Wasn't he supposed to be here like, an hour ago?"
"He's babysitting until Charlie takes over, so I guess he didn't show up yet." I shrug, turning off the stove, since I'm happy too and I guess Finnley won't be here soon enough.
Stan will lose his patience sooner. The boy needs food when he's hungry, right away.
"Smells great, cutie." He grins because he called me cutie, grabbing a plate to pile food onto it. I watch with a frown, my arms crossed in front of my chest, while he keeps piling food on top of food. One would say he'd be fat if you'd look at his food intake.
"Are you leaving enough for the rest of us? Next time I'm cooking for six, when we're supposed to eat with four."
"Oh, right." Stan smirks, grabbing cutlery, offering me a chance to put food on plates for Nathan and me, making sure I'm leaving enough for Finnley.
I walk over to the living room, sitting down in my favourite spot, handing Nathan his food while Stan starts another episode of Brooklyn nine-nine.
I can't really focus on the show as long as Finnley isn't here, because I'm starting to become a bit worried about his lack of communication and him being late. I keep watching my phone in the hopes of having a response, jumping a bit when my phone starts ringing the second I look at it; Finnley's name showing up in screen.
