August 20th, 2017

Finn

"Pass me the screwdriver." Jace grits out each word. His hands look strained as he struggles under the Hangmen's motorbike.
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I felt bad, I truly did, watching him strain to hold the piece of junk together, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out what the damned screw thing was.

"What does it look like?"

"Blue handle with a little plus sign at the end."

Right.

I turn my eyes from Jace and aim to force them on the black toolbox, but quickly get distracted by Robert's SUV. It pulls into their driveway, and both he and Beatrice get out. Following behind them is this black girl. She's short, probably 5'1 at most, and has her black hair in what I'm going to guess is its natural state: extremely curly, like I can barely see the curls curly. She turns and walks to the back of the car, my eyes travel up her small body to her face. She's simple: not extremely beautiful, yet not even close to ugly either.

"FINN! SCREWDRIVER. NOW!" Jace's roar pulls my eyes away from her for a second, but that's all it takes for her to disappear inside the McCain's house.

Damn.

"I'm getting it." I sigh, grabbing the mental-blue-thing.

It takes Jace another quarter-hour to finish fixing the bike. During that time, I'd done what I could to help, which means nothing as my knowledge of fixing things is non-existent and stared at the house across hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl. No such luck.

Shrugging my shoulders in a  nonchalantly kinda way, I walk to my bike, throw on my helmet and ride away from the Hangmen's house. I reach my apartment within a few short minutes and slam the bike into my part of the garage.

I sprint to the elevators and push the button for the highest floor. Only a hand full of people live on this floor, and they are mostly old or in their mid-adult years. They never talk to me, and I don't waste my time with them either.

I unlock my door and slam it shut behind me. Chip, my three-month-old Labrakita, rushes into the living room at the sound.

"Hey, buddy!" I bend down and hug his tiny body to my chest, allowing him free access to slobbering all over my already dirty shirt. "You hungry?"

Without waiting for his little bark of approval, I sent him down on the hardwood floor and grab a box of his food from the top of my tv. I drop a trail of the little pebbles from the entry all the into my room. Chip happily starts eating his snack, little wagging behind him and all.

I take a quick shower with the door open and the fan off in hopes of hearing Chip better if something goes amiss—He's repeatedly been known to eat too fast and choke on whatever he's eating or even drinking.

I finish my quick shower and change into a new set of clothing within just five minutes. Keys in hand, my eyes wander around the room one last time to see if everything is as should be. Chip is curled on the white couch, already sleeping. I'm kinda tempted to take a little nap alongside him when I get an impatient text from Felix.

Felix: How hard can it possibly be to feed one little dog? Hurry the frick up.
_Delivered and read at 5:06 pm.

I'm coming.
_Delivered at 5:07 pm.

Placing a tiny kiss on my dog's tiny head, I quietly lock the door and head out to the Hangmen's house.

The drive, like before, is short with no traffic of any kind. I pull onto the side of the road and get off my bike.

When I stay at the Hangmen's, I usually prefer to enter through the back door, but today I decided to do the longer walk and go through the driveway.

The smartest choice I've ever made.

The girl from earlier stands on the paving stones leading to the door. To the normal eye, she looks fine, cute little ass and all, but to me, she's far from it. Her small body wobbles slightly as she struggles to keep herself up. She's going to fall within the next few seconds.

That thought is all it takes for me to increase my pace, and meet her before she does. I wrap one hand around her little waist, how's it possible for someone to be this small? and push her head against my chest.

Being this close to her easily allows me to know that she's having a panic attack or some kind of attack: I'm no expert. Her breath comes out in puffs, and her plus increases.

I'm at loss for what to do, so I just open my mouth and hope whatever comes out is either hopeful or sounds smart. "You have to breathe, Cutie."

I don't know her name, and her size is cute. Cutie seems like a good nickname.

She slows her breathing down and inhales.

"Out."

I don't know why I feel the need to tell her this, it's kinda obvious, but she seems ok with it as she does what I said.

I repeat my words and she repeats her actions until her breathing is back to what I'm going to say is her normal pace. By the time this happens, the twins have stopped whatever they were doing, and They all stare at the girl and me.

She clearly hates the attention: her body is back to being tense, and her pulse picks up.

A strange—and totally weird—urge to comfort her, overtakes my body, but I decide I've done enough. After all, I don't even know what boundaries she has for strangers.

I mentally shrug off the weird feeling and a temptation to doze off, the same one most high schoolers get doing a boring lecture, sneaks its way into my mind as they start talking.

I'm only thirty seconds—or maybe a minute—into ignoring the world when I'm dumped back into reality. The reason comes in the form of Alex's annoying, whiney voice. "Dude, stop hogging the girl. Let me have a turn."

His words catch me off guard, and he knows it as proven by the spark of laughter that appears in his blue eyes. I try to push him out of my mind as Cutie and I rush to untangle ourselves from each other meanwhile the others stare at us like we're some tv show they can't get enough of.

"I wasn't 'hogging' her. I was helping her. There's a fine line between the two, my dumb friend."

Alex huffs at my response, looking like he wants to punch the life out of me. His apparent unintelligent twin shots daggers at me, and even insists on explaining their none-valid point. "No, dumb dumb, there isn't. Trust us, we'd know if there was."

"Your point?"

Felix opens his mouth to respond, but much to his heated annoyance, Alex beats him to it. "Our point is simple, Finn, you've already got a girlfriend. How selfish can you be, wanting another girl and all?"

Sometimes I believe Felix was born brainless, and other times I'm positive he just has a walnut rolling around. This is one of the former times.

"If you had any working brain cells, Felix, you'd remember that Rachel and I broke up three months ago."

Am I selfish?

Nah...

"And I'm not selfish."

The whole group breaks into a fit of really unnecessary laughter at this, though I don't get why: I'm really not selfish.

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DF: Aug.19.17
DP: Aug.20.17
WC: 1,180