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I watched as Finn knelt down to open one of the boxes that he brought up with him. He pulled out a bunch of papers.
"What is that?", I asked
"Posters", Finn said in a sarcastic tone. "Where's your tape?".
I laughed, making Finn scrunch up his face in confusion.
"You are not putting that crap on my wall", I stood up from my bed.
"Oh come on! It's my room too, you do know that right?", Finn whined.
"Okay, how about we split the room up? I have my side and you have your side", I suggested, looking around my room to play out the idea in my head.
Finn hummed, "Sure".
Finn and I spent the next fiftteen minutes, readjusting the room, although there was a few arguments here and there. As of right now, I was helping Finn set up his bedsheets after Tony had carried the bed into the room.
"Do you have a sister or something?", Finn blurted out as he spread out the cover onto his bed.
With a shaky sigh, I nod at the curly haired boy. "Yeah".
Finn hummed in response, "So does she live here or-"
"She ran away"
Finn's brown eyes widen, "Oh".
"She and my mom didn't have the best relationship so when my parents divorced, she ran away", I shrugged as if it wasn't that big of a deal. But it was. I miss her everyday.
"I'm sorry", Finn said sympathetically as he finished fixing the bed sheet.
"Don't be", I shook my head and plopped down onto his bed. "It's not like you care anyway".
A frown tugged on Finn's pink lips as he took a seat next to me. I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my face.
"I know how it feels...", Finn started. "My mom...she left us when I was five due to her drug addiction."
I inhaled sharply, but kept my eyes focused on my window. From the corner of my eye I saw Finn pull his knees up to his chest and rest his chin on his knee.
"I'm sorry", I said, playing with the hem of my shorts.
There was a short silence before Finn finally spoke.
