𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 / 𝘧𝘪𝘹-𝘪𝘵! 𝘢𝘶

Twenty-two

Credits to TBPFF10
for this idea!! :3
Thank u!!

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Finney woke up in the arms of Vance and Robin, yawing. The smell of breakfast had woken him up.
He slowly unwrapped himself from the two boys' grasps, and walked up stairs.

"Good morning, Finney!" Marie called, buttering a piece of toast.

"Morning, ms. Stagg." Finney smiled.

"I told you, call me Marie." She laughed softly, and Finney smiled.

"Anyway, are you hungry?" Marie asked.

"A bit. Would you want me to wake up the boys?"
Finney asked.

"That would be great, thank you." Marie smiled, walking to the stove,

Finney walked down the stairs, and jumped onto Vance and robin. Vance groaned.

"Augh, Finney.. it's too early for this kind of shit."

Meanwhile, robin was still half asleep.
"Morning already..?" Robin mumbled, his eyes lazily opened and closed.

"Yes! And Marie made breakfast!" Finney smiled, pulling Vance off the couch by his hand.
Vance landed on the floor with a thud.

"Ow.." Vance got off the floor, rubbing his eyes.

"Robin, get up." Finney shook robin awake, and he opened his eyes, yawning.

"Five more minutes?"

"No." Finney glared, and robin put his hands up in defeat.

"Okay, I'm getting up."
Robin got off the couch, painfully slow, and shook the others awake. Finney and Vance walked upstairs first, Vance running to the kitchen to help Marie.

The rest staggered up the stairs, yawning and stretching. "God, I hate sleeping on the floor." Bruce cracked his back.

The boys sat themselves at the table, while Vance and Marie laid out the plates. There was waffles, bacon, and fruit. The boys —minus Finney— all started eating. Finney wanted to eat, but his fathers words rung through his head.

'Don't lie to me, fatty.'

He stared down at his plate, full of guilt.
'I shouldn't be eating this. I'm too fat.'

"Finn, you should eat." Robin said, and the boys turned to him.

"Uhm, I'm not very h-" Finney was cut off by his stomach grumbling.

"It seems like you are." Griffin laughed.

"When was the last time you ate, finn?" Asked robin. Finney shrugged.

Vance sighed, and grabbed his plate. He took most of the food off of the plate, and handed it back. There was now a quarter of a waffle, a piece of bacon, and a few strawberries.
"There. Can you eat that for me?" Vance asked.
Finney sighed, but nodded.

"I think so." Vance smiled, and they all went back to eating. A couple bites later, Finney felt sick. But he didn't want to disappoint Vance. So he kept eating. Bad idea. He felt nauseous now. 'I'm gonna throw up..' Finney dropped his fork, standing up.

"You good, Finney?" Asked billy.

"I-I need to go to the bathroom, sorry." Finney ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"Is there something wrong with the food?" Marie asked.

"No, it's great Marie. I think finneys just feeling a little out of it today." Robin smiled sadly.

"I'm gonna go check on him." Bruce said.
He got up, and walked to the bathroom. Then he knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Finney asked, voice breaking.

"It's Bruce. Can i come in?" Bruce asked. He waited for a moment, hearing shuffling from the other side, and the lock clicking. He walked in, seeing Finney leaning against the sink, sniffling.

"Are you okay?" Bruce asked.

"If I'm gonna be honest, no. Not really."

"What's wrong? Talk to me."
Finney wiped the tears falling down his face.

"I feel awful."

"Is there anything bothering you?" Bruce asked, walking closer to him.
Finney sighed, not knowing if he should tell him.

"Uh.." Finney stopped.

"You can tell me anything. And I promise I won't tell anyone, unless you want me to. I'm here for you." Bruce smiles slightly.

"No, it's nothing. I just feel really sick." Finney smiled. Bruce's smile saddened. He knew Finney was lying to him, and it was painfully obvious. But he decided not to push it.

"Okay. I'm sorry you feel sick. Do you wanna get some rest?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah, that would be great." Bruce opened the door for Finney, and Finney went back into the dining room.

"Finn, your back! You good?" Griffin asked.

"Yeah, I'm just not feeling well. I'm gonna go take a nap downstairs if that's okay." Finney smiled, and Marie smiled.

"Alright, dear. If you need anything, just ask me." Marie stood up, to clear the dinner table.

"Thanks." Finney walked downstairs,
And laid down out the couch. Why can't my suffering just end already.'
Finney thought, as he silently cried.

"I'm gonna go with him." Vance got up, and followed him downstairs. He walked over to the couch, seeing Finney crying.

"What's wrong, Finney?" Vance asked, and Finney sat up. "Nothing."

Vance sighed. "I won't force you to tell me anything, but just know I'm always here for you." Vance smiled.

"Yeah. Thanks Vance." Finney smiled, laying back down. Vance laid down next to Finney, hugging him tightly. Finney hugged back, as he felt his face heating up. They both fell asleep in that position, feeling like it was only them in the world.

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Sorry this is so short :(