Temporary Bliss [boyxboy]

35: Snowy

Caleb

(Note: POV changes will be more frequent as the story progresses to just get all important points across so I hope it's not too confusing! I'll try to give each POV its own chapter x)

I absolutely hated my job. Really, it was terrible, and having a prissy assistant around didn't help at all.
Not to mention that I now found less and less to do with her around. My parents had sent her in, and the blonde woman named Mary had really taken the whole 'help me run the company' thing to heart.

Accordingly, I spent the majority of the next day spinning in my leather chair and thinking about how I could make up for being an asshole again.
It frustrated me how little control I had over my temper, because I hadn't meant to snap at Finn like that, but I just couldn't help it sometimes.
I was a natural asshole and surpressing that was quite a challenge.

But Finn definitely hadn't deserved my attitude, and the fact that he'd defended me to Matt warmed my heart and twisted my stomach at the same time.

I felt increasingly stupid apologizing the more often I messed up, because quite frankly, the words 'I'm sorry' were beginning to feel worn out and empty.

But because I was a thoroughly dumb and uncreative person, I couldnt think of any other way to tell Finn that well... that I was sorry.

I couldn't blame my bad mood on the shopping trip with Danny, either - because that had been surprisingly good. We'd sat down in the food court to talk and eaten some Nachos. It had taken a little while to get Danny to come out of his shell, but when he had we'd had a good talk. A long talk about what had happened at college, and I generally learned some things about his family and stuff like that.

Danny had even told me that he wasn't angry with me, that he'd told Matt that he didn't need to be so hostile towards me. And that had lifted a huge weight off my shoulders, because I'd felt guilty just looking at Danny, knowing what I'd done to him.
But now that I'd gone over things with the younger boy and Matt seemed much more civil, things could only get better for all of us.

Still, the whole thing with Finn remained a problem, but spinning in my chair and chewing on a pen wasn't going to solve it.

So I decided to go home early and try to talk to him.

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The house was awfully silent when I stepped inside.
The TV was off and the living room empty. It looked like Matt and Danny were out somewhere, and I sincerely hoped that Finn wasn't with them.

After leaving my stuff at the dining table I traipsed up the stairs and finally came to a stop in front of Finn's closed bedroom door.
I rapped my knuckles against it and listened for any sounds. Nothing. I knocked again, but still - no response.

"I'm just gonna come in now," I warned before I opened the door a crack.
I had to smile at the sight in front of me: it transpired that Finn wasn't out, instead sleeping soundly in his bed.

I stepped inside of the dimly lit room, closing the door behind me and making my way over to my best friend's sleeping form.

Shaking his shoulder not-so gently I hissed: "Finn, wake up!"

I merely received a tired groan in response as the blonde boy stirred slightly.

"Wake up" I repeated and let myself fall onto the bed next to him.

He groaned once more, but slowly opened his eyes a little. When he saw me he huffed and turned away, closing his eyes again.

"Don't be mad at me," I pleaded, not really sure how else I was gonna make up for how I'd acted.