I was watching her, really, really watching her. What the hell was this girl going to do next? When I first met her I assumed she’d become the ‘it’ girl at school. She was a stunning, absolutely stunning girl, with those kinds of eyes that you could tell had a hell of a lot behind them. But, in reality, she really was like me. She didn’t like relationships, or she didn’t really understand them, she grew up away from them. She would get very shy, bashful even. I always thought that was cute.
Her shy nature, the fact that she didn’t really want to be around people who were all the same, made me like her even more. For some reason, I just felt like I could talk to her, very early on in this odd friendship.
She wanted to matter to me, and that blew me away. Because I saw how much I wanted to matter to her. She gave me all of herself, and I knew in my heart she cared for me in ways I wasn’t sure I understood. I cared about her, a great deal.
She was resting in my chest, her breath hitting my skin. I looked down at her, watching her sleep, really shocked she was here with me. I knew kids told her how I was the school freak, and slut. For whatever reason, she stayed. It was the first time I’ve ever wanted someone in my space, I liked having her company.
Last night... it was the first time I felt like the girl I was with actually cared about me. The way she looked at me... she made me feel special, one of a kind. No one ever cared about me like that, my own dad didn't care enough to stay in my world. Finley... she cared so much, she had to, otherwise why would she not only go on this adventure with me, but give me all of herself like last night? It meant something, it meant more to me than she'd know.
Her eyes groggily fluttered open, blue meeting my green. I just watched her; unable to grasp that last night happened. She scrunched her nose, and yawned, falling into my chest.
“Morning,” I whispered.
“Hey,” she took a deep breath. “Holy hell it’s hot,”
I smiled. ‘We’re in one bag.”
“Oh,” she blushed. She reached over, holding the bag to her chest and grabbed her shirt. She pulled it on. “S-Shut your e-eyes.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“S-Shut y-your e-eyes H-Harry,” I smiled, and closed my eyes so she could get out of the bag. I knew she was nervous, she was stuttering. I heard her fumbling around. “Okay,”
I opened my eyes, seeing her dressed in her pajamas. “I just saw you naked a few hours ago.”
“Y-Yeah well, it was dark then,” she pulled her long hair back.
I shook my head and sat up farther, I gave her arm a yank, and she fell into me with ease. “Last night was fantastic you know.”
Her eyes were big. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” I kissed her gently. “Are you okay?”
I smiled at her, and kissed her again. I climbed on top of her, forgetting everything when I heard someone shout. I stilled, she did too. “What was that?” she whispered.
“Who’s here?” someone shouted again. I remembered that raspy voice.
“Stay right here.” I kissed her forehead and pulled on my jeans. I walked out of the tent. ‘Hello?” I shouted. I saw him, he looked like hell. His brown hair shaggy and spotty, almost matted. He had a beard, which was messy and untamed. He had torn up jeans and a plaid jacket on.
“Who the hell are you?” he glared.
I smirked. “Get your eyes checked Uncle Geoff. It’s Harry.”
He squinted and I saw his lips part. “H-Harry? Little Harry?”
“The one and only,” I put my hands in my pockets. “What brings you here?”
“You know,” he shrugged. “I never lived that far, I was down the road and saw the truck, I assumed someone broke in.”
“You keep an eye on the place?”
“I do, I try. How’d, uh, how’d you turn out?”
“Oh you know, Aunt Morgan was so nurturing.”
He laughed, a smokers cough following. “That woman’s an old bitch, died a year ago.”
I heard the tent unzip, and saw Finley come out of the tent looking beautiful, perfectly put together. I stopped a second, shocked she was with me.
“Well,” Geoff cleared his throat; he was even taken back by her. “Don’t cause any trouble.”
“I won’t.” he nodded, his eyes trailing her like a creep, and then he left. I sighed. “Ready for breakfast?” she nodded. I took her hand and we started inside. I grabbed us some bowls for cereal, and sat with her at the table. She wasn’t making eye contact. “Fin?” She looked up at me. “Are you okay?”
“I thought you didn’t have any other family.”
“I don’t, he’s just a bastard.”
“Don’t worry about it.” She nodded, staring down at her hands. I knew she was anxious. “Uncle Geoff was never around in my childhood. I’d only see him when we’d come up here for visits. My dad and he never got along, they never saw eye to eye. I would have much rather lived with him than Aunt Morgan, but he didn’t want me, he said so.”
She met my eyes, they looked so soft, and sad for me. “I’m sorry.” She held my hand over the table, giving it a squeeze. “I want you.”
I smiled. “That’s much better.”
She kissed my cheek, and we kept eating. “What would you like to do?” she asked.
“No clue,’ I held her hand as we walked down to the dock. We had a seat, I looked at her.
I could really, truly see this girl being with me, for a very long time.
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Locker 161 // au (Completed- Editing)Fanfiction
Can a dark mystery bring two people together, or will truth rip them apart? Finley Aims is a new student, she is a blank slate based on how she was raised in an isolated environment with her parents, who are bright research scientists. She tries to...