Street Walkers

Chapter 7

I woke up from the sun getting into my eyes, and I open them, as I started to remember last night. I look up and saw Finn's sleeping form above me. I smile as he looks like a little boy when he's sleeping. I don't think anyone would think he was bad in this situation. I caress his cheek, and he starts to stir. I giggle a little as his eyes start to flutter open.

"Good morning," I said, smiling.

"Mmm…" was his reply. I laugh and sink deeper in his arms. He hugs me close, as I look up at him and kiss his lips lightly.

"What time is it?" He asked in a sleepy voice. I look over at his clock, and it read 10:00. I snap up, and he leans up with me.

"What's wrong?"

"Crap, crap, crap . . ." I kept saying, as I got out of his bed, trying to find my clothes.

"What's wrong?" He asked again. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked, and I shoot my head up to look at him.

"No, not at all. You were great, you're wonderful. . . . It's just I have to go to work in two hours, and I just need to be getting home." I said. "I mean I wish I could stay." I add.

"No, it's fine. . . Here, I'll take you home." He says, getting out of the bed, as he finds some clothes in his drawer.

I enjoy the sight for a minute, as he walked around naked for awhile, as he starts to put on clean boxers. I finish getting dressed, and looked over at him, as he's putting on a shirt, and has his pants on already. And of course he's wearing all black. He grabs his keys off his dresser, and looks at me.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yeah," I nod my head. We left his room, as we go into his car to take me home; he drivers up next to my house, as I lean over to kiss him goodbye.

"I'll see you around." I said, more like a statement and not a question.

"Yeah," He says, kissing me one more time.

"Bye," I whisper.

"Bye," He smiles.

I open my door, and walked up to my door step. I waved goodbye to him, as he waves too, and takes off. I enter the house, and tried to get by my mom and dad. I rush over to the steps, and made a creak in the floor.

"Honey?" My mom asked. Damn it! "Honey, is that you?" My mom asked.

"Yeah," I call out.

"Come in here," She says. I walk in the kitchen, and as usual my dad is reading the paper, while my mom pranced around the kitchen.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Where were you?" She asked.

"I was at Quinn's" I lied.

"Oh . . ." She says, and then looks at me.

"Look mom, I need to get ready for work, I'll be down in a minute." I said, and took off upstairs. I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and got dressed for work. I rush down stairs, and open the front door.

"Bye mom, bye dad," I call out from the door. I hear them say goodbye, and I take off towards my car.

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"So you like him?" I asked Quinn, as we sat at the little café, on my lunch break.

"I don't know." She says, defeated.

"Well . . . What makes you think you like him?"

"Like when he's around me, and his friends aren't around, he's so funny and sweet, but when they're around he's a asshole, and turns all jerk like . . . I don't know. Maybe I should just stop thinking about it. . . It'll probably make me go crazy."