Magic between us || Fillie

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Monday, the 17th of August

After getting their nose swab test done, Finn and his father spent their morning sitting on the gray sofa in their apartment in Atlanta, waiting for the test results to clear Finn for work. This trip to L.A. was important and it couldn't be postponed, so he and his parents had to pack up and leave for the weekend.

His mom then flew straight home to Canada, and him and his dad finished up the meetings and obligations they had and came back to their home away from home. They took care of themselves, took every precaution necessary, but considering the fact that many people didn't do the same, it wasn't surprising to Finn when the test results came back positive. Frustrating, yes... Surprising, not really.

His father wasn't positive though, thankfully. He didn't want to even imagine the kind of complications that could have occurred had he gotten sick. In order to keep Eric safe, they had made the decision to move him to a separate apartment for a few days and then, if he tests negative till the end of the week, he'll move in with Noah and his parents, just so he's not alone. Whereas Finn would have to stay isolated till he started testing negative for several days in a row.

Finn hated the situation he found himself in. He felt completely fine but, at the same time, he felt like a walking contagious disease. People around him could possibly be in danger and he himself was perfectly okay. If it weren't for that piece of shit paper, he would say he was healthy as a horse.

The thing he hated the most about this diagnosis was that it meant that all of his scenes would have to be postponed. His weekend away compromised the show's schedule. Despite the fact that Ross reassured him it was all okay, that they would just film some other scenes this month and push his to later on, he felt awful, like he had somehow let everyone down.

He didn't want anyone to think that he was an irresponsible teenager who lived through this pandemic without a care in the world. He really wasn't. He had lost some loved ones to this virus, so he was definitely taking it as seriously as the health department was. But he still caught it.

He was lucky enough, at least, that he had the opportunity to get this test done on time and find out the truth. He was aware that many of the teens just like him were walking around freely, not realizing that they're carrying something that could prove deadly to someone else.

Knowing the truth and being able to afford to just put his life on pause for as long as it'll take, was a blessing; he knew that. So any and all anger he had over the whole thing, he'll have to put aside. It happened and it'll pass. He'll just focus on his writing, maybe even wrap up the whole story by the end of his period of confinement.

When his dad left, he went to take a long shower, scrubbing his skin till it was as red as a fire hydrant, subconsciously trying to rid himself of the disease coursing through his body.

Friday, the 21st of August

'So, your dad is officially cleared?'

'Yeah', Finn smiled, 'He'll be moving to Noah's tomorrow'.

'Are you relieved?'

His smile widened even more as he looked at Millie through his screen as she was fighting the weird instinct to keep her mouth in an 'o' shape as she put her mascara on, 'Of course I am. I'm glad he won't be alone anymore'.

Millie's brows furrowed as she looked back at him, stopping the flicks of her hand, 'You do know that after, say, two days with Noah, he'll wish he was alone?'

Finn snorted, 'Luckily for him, Noah will spend most of his time on set this month. Thanks to me'.

The brunette could hear the sour tone in his voice, 'Hey, stop that. Noah doesn't mind working more this month. None of us do. And none of us blame you for anything. We're all so worried about you.'