The Story of Finneas - [COMPLETED]

10.

A few days later, I decided to check on how Finneas was doing. We didn't text a lot after that day. I only managed to ask him if he's okay, and he said I shouldn't worry about him. I pulled over in front of his apartment. His scooter was there, and it means he was home; unless he went somewhere by foot.

I felt relieved that his apartment had an elevator, so I didn't have to carry my guitar all the way up through the stairs, even though it was small and shaky. When I arrived at his floor, I walked over to his door and tried to listen if any sound was coming out of his apartment. I could vaguely hear music, so that means he's home. Good!

I knocked loudly and heard Finneas' voice, "Wait a minute!" I heard him turning the music off, and then his rushed steps towards the door. When the door opened, he looked surprised to see me.

"Brooke!" He said, and I chuckled because his hair was a complete mess. "What are you doing here? Also, I have just woken up, so I'm not looking my best right now. You have no right to laugh at me." He tried flattening his hair with his fingers. I also noticed that in just a few days, he had managed to get huge eye bags. He probably hasn't been sleeping well.

"I brought you a present," I handed him the big bag of Flaming Hot Cheetos I brought with me.

He took the bag, his expression immediately changed into an excited one. "Hey, thanks a lot!"

"Are you not gonna let me in?" I asked, and apparently he had only realized that we were still standing on the doorway. He stepped aside and gestured at me to go in as he opened the bag of Cheetos. His apartment was messy—I knew he was not a very organized person, but it was way messier than usual.

"I was sick, so I didn't have the time to clean up—or do anything, really." He tried justifying himself after seeing me eyeballing his apartment.

"Now why didn't you tell me? I could've-"

He cut me off before I could finish. "It's fine. I'm not a little kid that you should worry about, okay?" He gave me a big smile and put his hand on top of my head. I sighed and nodded slowly. He's back to normal.

"Anyway, it's unlike you to come over without notifying me first. What's up?" He sat on his sofa and continued eating the Cheetos.

"I have something for you," I said, as I opened my guitar case and took out several pieces of paper.

"Whoa, another present?" He took them from my hands and flipped them around with his clean hand. "Is this a new song?"

"Yeah, I made that for you to perform. I got a call from Joe the Bartender the other day, and he said he wanted us to perform again soon. He said there were some people asking to see us again."

His eyes lit up like a little kid seeing a lollipop. "That's cool! Let's try your new song and confirm to Joe that we'll be complying with the audience's request," he said smugly, and I laughed.

We spent the whole day practicing the new song and the previous song that we'd already performed. We also picked a few songs from other artists that we'd like to cover. I could feel that he was getting better, both physically and emotionally. Therefore, it also made me feel better.

***

"Brooke, Brooke," I was dazing off, and suddenly I heard Becky calling my name. I turned over to her and raised my eyebrows when I found her looking at me with a smile. It was weird, since usually she's so quiet all the time. But it was good to see another side of her.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Do you remember that cute guy that gave you the mug?"

"You mean Hans?" I frowned. "Why?"