finn
i turn to her and see her to start bleeding,i cant believed i yelled at her.
i dont know whats wrong with me. is it because im going mental? i dont think so,but my bipolar ass is driving me mental.
she then fainted,so i started to panic.
i z00med (lol) downstairs and got everything i could find.
tissue,bandaids,gauze shit,the betadine thingy,towel,and a bowl of water.
i was rushing up the stairs when all of a sudden,the roll of tissue fell,and i accidentally stepped on it,dropping everything,including the bowl of water.
i trip over,as my chin harshly scrapes over the edge of a stair. it bleeds but i grabbed the roll and wiped it on my face.
i quickly grabbed the stuff and ran up again,this time not falling.
i twisted the knob,and ran.
"hey,",i see her on my bed sitting up,holding her phone up infront of her bleeding forehead.
"you have a sharp head mr. b, and a dagger like mouth. those words hurt.",she laughed.
i looked down,ashamed of the things i said.
"im not a playground. cant swing your moods on me.",she smiled.
"i-im sorry.",i stuttered,walking over to the spot beside her on the bed,dropping down all the supplies.
"hey whats that mr. b?",she said,pointing underneath my chin.
"thats my karma,and-what? mr. b?",i laughed,furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.
"mr. bipolar.",she smiled.
"well,mr. b's here to help,fix that.",i smiled,pointing to her wound.
"oh thats nothing,",she said,confidently grabbing the tissue roll,and glancing up to me with a weird look.
"what?",i asked.
"sometimes,your total obliviousness just blows my mind.",she laughed,ripping off a tissue,fresh blood smeared over it.
"next time,dont be in a rush mr. b.",she smiled.
i snatched the tissue roll away from her,ripping a piece and drenching it in betadine.
i leaned in closer to her,dabbing the tissue on the wound.
my gaze turned to her,as i looked deeply in her eyes. she stared back,and we just drowned in each other's sight for a few seconds.
"ahem,uh-uh i-um...",she awkwardly looked away.
i grabbed the towel and went to the bathroom to wet it,and wiped off the excess blood.
"arent you supposed to wet the towel and wipe the blood before applying the betadine?",she smirked,lifting an eyebrow.
"well too late.",i smiled,heading my way downstairs.
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"well too late.",his lips curled into a smile,and i watched him walk out the room after.
"what are you doing?",i asked,as he started taking out pans and spoons,and a few jars.
"im getting stuff for breakfast. cant you see that?",he sassed.
"wow. didnt have to be so rude.",i scoffed,walking over to the counter.
"sorry. hey, would you mind helping me make pancakes?",he smiled.
"uh sure."
"now all we need to do is to find the pancake mix,its just somewhere here in the cabinets.",he said,rummaging through some cupboards.
he was going through the ones in the bottom,so i did the ones on top.
"aha!",i exclaimed,finding the box,yet not reaching it.
"ughhh",i groaned,still not reaching the box.
"need help there?",he said,going near me.
"yep.",i grunted,not looking at him.
he tried to reach it,yet he cant too.
"ah shit. what do we do now?",i sighed in defeat,slouching down on the floor.
his face formed a frown,but then it perked up.he took out his hand to me,a smile curling up his face.
"wanna lift?",he smiled,as i grabbed his hand. he helped me stand up,and we both faced the undefeatable pancake mix.
"okay so how?",i asked,turning to him.
"i'll try to carry you on my back,and you reach for the mix. sound good?",he asked.
bitch it aint a good idea
"but i'll break your bones dude,im a heavy pig.",i smiled,putting my hands up.
"come on,if it does,you wont have to pay anyways.",he smirked.
"ugh,youre such a shithole wolfhard.",i smiled.
"well,we wont have breakfast then,",he fell to the floor,pretending to cry.
"im staaaarviiinggg,and she! she wont let me eeeeaaaatttt.....",he cried,pointing to me.
"fine.",i crossed my arms.
"dont sue me though if i break your back.",i shook my head.
he turned around, crouching slightly,as i slowly got on his back,trying my best not to put too much weight on him,and trying not to choke him at the same time.
i reached for the box,and when i got it,i accidentally held it infront of finn's face,causing him to stumble a bit.
"sorry.",i said,my face heating up.
he set me down,and i placed all the stuff on the counter.
we fixed the items and shit,when he went to the front door.
"where you going?",i yelled across from the kitchen.
"im gonna buy something,ill be right back!",he yelled from outside,fumbling with his keys.
i got myself a glass of water,since my voice went hoarse. (my voiCe wENt hOarSe oN mEeHhh)
i sat there and after a few minutes,he came back with a plastic bag.
he took out the food ftom the plastic bag and placed them on a plate,he heated up the food in the microwave,and waited.
he stood there,hust staring at his croissant that was spinning inside the microwave,so i decided to scare him.
he took out the plate with mittens,and i quickly got behind him.
he turned around then-
"boo!",i said,scaring him.
he fumbled around with the plate,and looked down to me with furrowed eyebrows.
"ugh,you couldve dropped my croissant!",he exclaimed,placing the plate on the counter.
i went to the counter aswell,and looked at the ingredients.
"so...",he said,looking at me.
"lets get cooking!"
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okay that took a while! srry anyways pls voteee and read and stufff idkkk im having writers block or something whAteVer yOu cALL iT
anyways hope you liked this boring chapter dont worryyy it will get better :))))
its summer yet im still stressed ksksksks
i suggest yall should listen to sum mac demarco songs haw yee to lighten up the mood
also
stay weird :)
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