Temporary Bliss [boyxboy]

29: Pushover

Finn

I woke up feeling ashamed. My head hurt and I just wanted to go back to sleep and never wake up.

It was only a few minutes until my bedroom door opened quietly and Caleb stepped inside.
I didn't even bother feigning sleep as I rolled over to stare at the ceiling so that I wouldn't have to look at the brunette boy who was now walking over to me.
I felt a dip in my mattress and I was waiting for him to say something, but he didn't.

"You have work," I finally muttered.

"I know."

It was quiet for another minute or so until I added: "You'll be late."

Caleb answered again, "I know."

I sighed quietly, "You should really get going."

I felt him move around next to me before he spoke up, "I was thinking I'd just take today off and-"

"No," I cut him off, "Go. I don't need you to stay."

The words came out sounding more rude than I had intended, but I didn't feel bad.

Caleb's shoulders slumped, "You don't have to be such an ass about this."

His tone was soft and quiet, and I was glad that we were on the same page about at least one thing. We both didn't want to fight.

"I'm not being an ass," I said quietly, making Caleb scoff.

"You're trying to get rid of me."

"I'm not. There's just no reason for you to stay."

Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Caleb was getting a little agitated now. He was trying to stay calm, but his fists were clenched and he took a deep breath.

"Look, I know you want to yell at me. Just do it now and get it done and over with," I sighed, still looking anywhere but at Caleb.

"Why would I want to yell at you?"

"I walked out and I got drunk and I was with someone else. I overreacted. I'm surprised you haven't kicked me out yet," I said matter-of-factly.

Caleb shook his head, "I'd never do that. Finn... Who did that to you?"

He touched his fingertips to my eye softly, making me turn my head away.
I shrugged.

"Let's talk later."

Caleb opened his mouth to protest, but then just nodded and got up reluctantly, leaving me alone again.

And as soon as he was gone I wanted cry. My neck hurt and there was probably a huge bruise under my eye.

And as much as I hated Caleb at the moment, there was nothing more that I wanted then than his comfort.
But he was gone now, and it was probably for the best.

I debated whether or not to get up. I had a terrible hangover, everything hurt. And I really wasn't in the mood to face Matt.
So I decided to wait until he was at college and then go downstairs. Maybe talking to Danny would help.

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I walked down the stairs reluctantly and as quietly as possible, but Danny heard him and his head snapped up to look at me.

"Finn, hey," he said softly. I tried to smile, but it felt more like a grimace.

I sat down on the couch next to him and said nothing.

"How are you?" Danny asked. I shrugged.
It was a lie, though. I felt like absolute shit, physically and emotionally.
I guessed that Danny could sense (or maybe see) that, because he put his arm around my shoulder and said: