F. Y. R. E. *On Hold*

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Finn

"Finn... Finn..." The voices streamed through his subconscious as he relinquished control. He knew they were going to get inside eventually, and that he'd just have to wake up. He opened his eyes and the sunlight blinded him. Why bother trying to see if you're just going to get blinded anyway? Finn sat up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the smiling faces of his parents, one on either side of his bed.

"Good morning, Finn!" his mother chided in that annoyingly chipper tone of hers.

Finn responded the only way he could. "Ugh..."

"I made you breakfast!" Finn felt a plate shoved onto his lap. Buttermilk pancakes dripping with syrup. Which would've been fine if it weren't for the sliced banana eyes and nose and the strip of bacon for a mouth. When will she learn? Finn thought.

"Mom," Finn started, "how many times do I have to tell you I'm too old for-"

"Oh, don't talk like that," his mother cut in. "You're seventeen. There's still time to be a kid!"

"Mom, I'm going to Beacon today. There hasn't been time for being a kid since I got into Signal."

"Oh, sure there has."

"I think what your mother's trying to say," his father interrupted, "is that we want you to have fun at school. All right?"

Finn nodded at his father, thankful for the break from his mother's verbal crusade. "Thank you for summing that up, Dad. And now I should really get going so I can catch the airship."

"But Finn, honey, what about your breakfast?" his mother called.

"I'm really not hungry right now, Mom. I'm a bundle of nerves." Finn rolled his eyes. He didn't like to lie, but in a situation like this it couldn't be avoided.

"Ooh, do you need your little stress ball with the yarn dreadlocks?"

"Mom!" Finn raised his voice. He'd finally had enough. "I'll call you when I get there, okay?"

"Take care, baby! Look both ways before you cr-"

But by then he was already out the door.