The Boy With A Bus Ticket And Camera: Fadie

Chapter Seven: sunrise

"Hey?" I wake up to, once again, for the second time.
"Fuck off, Finn." I say in a weak voice.
"Isn't that just dandy?" Finn says in a sarcastic way.
"Dandy?" I said, still weak, but laughing.
"I knew you'd make fun of me for it." Finn said.
"Okay, let me sleep!" I whined.
"I would." Finn said, "But, you're sort of sleeping on my chest."
I hadn't noticed to be honest, but it might've happened while we were dancing as we started finger locking and swaying.
"Oh, shit, I hadn't noticed." I said as I stood up and shifted to the right.
"It's not just that, I just thought we could watch the sunrise together, I mean it's not like you were heavy and uncomfortable to have on— or, you get the idea." He said.
I laughed.
"Do we have to?" I said as he opened the tent.
"Yes!" Finn said.
He was still squatting down, he grabbed his sleeping bag and his pillow.
"Tilt your head up." Finn demanded.
I groaned as I did.
He grabbed my pillow.
"Alright, step outside."  Finn demanded.
"Bossy much." I murmured.
"Shut up." Finn said.
He placed the pillows right next to each other, against the tent.
I sat against one of them and Finn set next to me.
"Are you okay?" I asked Finn.
"Yeah, why would you ask?" He answered.
"I dunno, sometimes I just think you're a psychopath." I said as I stared blankly at the rising sun.
"I can't tell if you're joking on that one." Finn said.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked.
"Yeah, anything." Finn answered.
"Do your parents know you're here?" I asked.
"They don't give a fuck about me." Finn said. "Every time, my dad was free— I'd ask him to help me with homework or to play catch or some cliché shit like that, he just— somehow— has something to do."
I look at him for a moment, he's just staring at the rising sun. I turned back to the sun.
"Life is just shitty." I said. "Happens to the best of us."
"Yeah, he'd always say he was going on a business trip but every other business trip was just to have an affair with some slut." Finn said. "My mom knows, she's terrified to confront him which I never really understood."
"You're dad sounds like an ass." I said.
"He was." Finn said. "As for my mom, she just lets him get away with what she wants, she just agrees with everything he says and does and it just blows my mind how fucked her brain is."
"Hey, we both come from shitty families, that's another thing we have in common." I joked.
Finn smiled as he stared at me.
"I wanted to leave because our town was shit." I said.
"I get it, boring as fuck, shitty people, shitty everything." Finn said.
I scoffed.
"What?" Finn asked.
"You're from the rich side, I'm sure you have a humongous pool, or a trampoline, a slip n' slide, probably like a closet the size of a mall." I said.
"My parents might be rich, but people are snobby assholes where I'm from." Finn said.
"At least you had your mom and dad." I said.
"Yeah, I had them, again, snobby assholes." Finn said.
I laughed.
"If I'm going to be honest, I feel like that girl that was supposed to come." Finn said.
He didn't finish what he was going to say.
"Are you going to finish?" I chuckled.
Finn smiled  once again.
"Yeah," he answered.
"Whenever you're ready." I said.
"I feel like I didn't trust," Finn said. "I feel like I trusted her because I wanted to, or just because everyone else told me I should."
Finn looked at me.
"I get it." I said. "Everyone tells you "I trusted them, so should you", but you can't even trust the person who told you that."
Finn wrapped his arm around my upper back.
"Where would you go if you could go anywhere?" I asked.
"Like you said, wherever feels right." Finn quoted me.
"Where do you think feels right?" I said.
Finn looked at me and smiled.
"I don't know, yet." Finn answered.
The moment felt right, so I laid my head on Finn's shoulder and his arm shifted from wrapping around my upper back, to my neck. Then, he lays his head on mine.
"Y'know, id expect you to choke me." I said.
"Will you stop it with that while 'I'm a murder' joke?" Finn chuckled.
"Oh, so you confessed?" I asked.
Finn shakes his head while a smile comes and gos.
I lay my head on his shoulder, until the sun is fully up.
"We should hit the road." Finn said.
"But it's just so peaceful." I said.
"I wish life was this easy." Finn said.
"Why can't all moments be like this, I wish time could just— stop for a moment." Finn said.
"Yeah, I wish." I said.
I closed my eyes, hoping that it would stop. That time would. My mom always told me— well when I was younger she'd always tell me— that if I closed my eyes, time would feel like it stopped.
I felt bad for my mother, but she hasn't called me once. We both knew that it was best if we didn't talk.
I opened my eyes and looked at Finn, his eyes were closed and his arm that was around my neck was now on the sleeping bag, the palm of his hand facing upwards.
I place my hand on his and close my eyes as we lock them.
We stay there for a while.
"You're right." I said. "We should leave."