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I sat on Finn's navy blue rug and flipped through an album of pictures of Finn's mom. He sat on his bed, tossing up a bouncy ball.
"This one's my favorite." I point at a photograph of his mom hanging from monkey bars while baby Finn held onto her legs with a big smile.
He takes the album to get a better look and smiles. We sit looking through the pictures a little longer before Eric entered the room without a warning.
He barges in and stands by the door for a moment. His eyes examine the leather black album laying on my lap.
"Yes?" Finn questions him as he just stands there.
"Come down for dinner." He demands before turning back around and slamming the door.
I gently close the book careful to rip any pages and slide it back under Finn's bed. We both stand up and make our way to the kitchen.
"Is he mad?" I whisper to Finn careful not to let him or my mom hear us.
Finn shrugs as he holds onto the railing of the stairs making obnoxiously loud thuds on the old wooden flooring. I smack him on the head telling him to shut up.
"What the fuck?" He grunts rubbing the back of his head.
It was sort of strange being able to play around with him in this way. We had gotten so much closer these past couple of days. It genuinely felt like we were siblings.
Finn and I sat next to each other at the dining table as my mom and Eric sat across from us. It was odd but that's how they liked it.
My mom hands me my plate of plain lettuce, steamed Brussels sprouts, and a small piece of meat. Finn looks over at my plate with a face of disgust. I understood what she was trying to do.
I pushed the food around my plate having no wishes of eating it. "Can I be excused?" I look up from my plate to meet my Mom's glare.
"No, we have something to discuss with you guys." She puts her fork and knife down looking at Finn and me with a forced smile.
I turn to look at Finn who was already looking at me in concern. This could be about a lot of dumb shit Finn and I had done.
"We've settled on a date for the wedding." She takes a hold of Eric's hand as he nods his head and goes back to eating his meal.
I nod my head not really understanding why she needed to announce it, it's not like she cared what we thought.
"So when is it?" Finn questions obviously not really caring but trying to be polite.
"January 28th." She nodded her head taking a sip out of her wine glass.
I then understood why she wanted to announce her wedding day. I felt my heart stop.
