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it was the summer of north denver, 1979.
finney blake had spent most of it outside or watching TV, it was his usual routine; eat, tv, sleep..
but today was different, finney had heard a knock on his window. cautiously pulling the curtains away revealed his friend, robin.
wait, robin? finn opened the window, letting him inside, as robin collapsed on his bed.
" that dipshit moose, " he groaned, staring at his bloody knuckles.
" ..fucked up my knuckles, bled all the way here, he has some damn sharp teeth. " robin stared blankly at the ceiling, unmoving.
" mind if you patch me up? " the boy asked calmly, inhaling the scent of the room.
finney almost immediately got up, returning with a fistful of bandages, and he got to work.
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robin winced in pain as the liquid came in contact with his skin.
".. hey, you wanna' watch a movie later? nobody's home and I'm bored of being by myself. " robin admitted, shaking his hand that had been half-covered by a shit ton of plasters.
" oh. sure. " finney cleared his throat. " we have to be quiet though, my dad's sleeping, he's a heavy sleeper, " finney lowered his voice, " but one wrong move.. and we're fucked. "
" right, right damn finn, you sound like matty and his goons. " robin chuckled, sighing, as he grabbed finney's hand.
" well, care to lead me, mi amor? "
robin had that goofy smile, the one that made finney's heart jump in his chest, and the one that made his cheeks burn up. finney pushed away all those thoughts, locking them away in a super secret safe in his mind.
what would robin say about these thoughts? would he be disgusted? would he accept finney?
those were the questions that finney would never have the answer to.
" yeah, yeah.. sure. " finney's heart was doing LAPSES at this point, as he walked along the hall, avoiding that one creeky floorboard that cost him nearly a beating.
they both got to the living room, sitting down as finney presented a bowl of ice cream.
" sorry, we only have one bowl.. guess we'll have to share. "
what the fuck was finney blake thinking? sharing a bowl was obviously a very stupid idea on his part.
" no problemo. " robin scooched closer beside him.
finney stared at him, the way his eye lashes curved, his lips, his eyes closely watching the TV as if he were in some sort of trance, and his hair that rested on his shoulder.
finney blake wanted him, he couldn't stand it.
and so, he did the only thing on his mind:
he grabbed robins shirt, and pulled him in for a kiss.
their lips met, finney waiting for robin to pull away, but he never did. robin tasted like the mint chocolate ice cream he had eaten a few minutes ago.
" your a great kisser, you know that? " robin cheerfully smiled.
" there's more of where that came from! " finn said, immediately showering his face with kisses, as robin laughed.
surprisingly, finney's dad hadn't heard the two boys giggles and talking.
man, what a summer for finney blake.