Anyways here are the Tws:
-A panic-attack (“from as soon as Mrs. Smith..” till “ Finney didn’t know how long he ran..”)
- underlines of Homosexuality (ScAry I know)
- Flashback of the Grabber (fuck this guy)
-implication of suicidal thoughts/ self hating thoughts

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

After hours of seemingly endless torture their last lesson for the day, math with Mrs Smith.
Robin was really delighted about it, as Finney could tell by his silent curses in Spanish.
He couldn’t really understand anything, Robin liked to confuse Finney with words he didn’t understand and which meanings he only could decipher with help and context.
As much as he would love to just tease Robin, asking how many offspring of their math teacher by now, who would now face his wrath over a test.
But he didn't. He didn't have the energy to be honest, just listened to Robin's curses.

Puta was a word that came up a lot, so he made a mental note of it again. Probably something like whore or bitch.

He looked sideways at Robin as they entered the classroom. He was wearing his bandanna, as always. It almost made him smile slightly, but he couldn't really forget what Robin was doing in the cafeteria. While he had to admit he brought someone with him, that was more evidence of his lack of assertiveness than anything else. And on top of that, as much as Griffin was beginning to feel a little affection for the boy, he was someone who didn't stand out.
Like a ghost.
And Griffin wasn't someone who could just beat you up. Vance, on the other hand, had apparently already threatened someone with a knife, as Finney had learned from his sister.
But that was probably the least reason why he was so upset. He knew that Robin had only acted out of a nice gesture, maybe to take away Finney's fear of the giant, but since his dream any connection with even one of the boys he had dreamed of with him and Robin was too much .

Without a word he sat down in his place, Robin followed him immediately.
He knew it wasn't really Robin-like to act like that, but he just swallowed the bitter bile. He didn't want to think about what his strange behavior meant.

"Shouldn't you start unpacking your stuff?" Finney was internally startled, but hid it surprisingly well. He looked at the source of the voice and straight into Robin's dark brown eyes.

For a moment he was confused, his thoughts had drifted again, so that he first needed Robin's slightly exaggerated sideways glance to understand what was going on.
In a movement that almost looked as if the youth was trying to lean his upper body over the table while his lower half should remain seated at the chair, he nodded towards his table, which surprisingly already had a pad and a pen on it .
“Oh right. Thanks." Embarrassed, Finney forced a grin, gave a small giggle before pulling his stuff out of his backpack.

No, he really wasn’t himself today.
Robin sighed. For a moment he really did look like he was about to spit something out of himself, but he held himself back.
“¿Por qué no me hablas, estúpido idiota? Solo quiero ayudarte.” he muttered, but again Finney couldn't understand. Maybe it was for the better. He heard the word that, as far as he knew, meant idiot.
So maybe it was just Robin cursing about himself not understanding math.

Finally Mrs. Smith entered.
She was a slightly shorter woman, her red hair shorter than Finney remembered. And she seemed a lot... Finney didn't quite know how to describe it. Lively?
He clenched his hand, took a simple pencil and held it now. That was just from his dream.
It. was. Not. real.

Mrs. Smith had a rather noticeable British accent, and while Finney was very good at math, the reason being that he understood the connection between math and the other sciences, he didn't like the teacher too much. She seemed aloof at times, like she saw herself as something better than the students.

Still, she liked him, ironically. Although the same couldn't be said for Robin, her look alone gave away how she more or less despised him.
Robin wasn't good at math and wasn't exactly a low-key student who never got into a fight.
“Dear students, as we have completed another unit, I hereby announce that we will write a test about it in two days." she wasn't a woman who talked a lot about things. She got straight to the point, and she did today.

Usually Finney didn't think it was a bad thing as he had no trouble understanding it. But now it made him look up in confusion.

It had been a white lie. He knew that, but he had also been sure that there was still a test ahead. And with all the lessons Robin was skipping, it had been easy to believe.

But now he felt his friend's eyes on him. It sent a twitch down his spine, making him flinch for a moment.
It was like he was looking right through him, saw that he was scared. That there was a very high probability that he had lied. That there was more to him looking like this. Or that he somehow knew about the test even before it was announced.

Finney raised his hand faster than he could really think, unable to take the tension any longer.

"Yes Finney? Do you have a question?" the teacher was friendly, but still Finney felt like she was talking to a toddler.

"Didn't you already announce that?" he asked, his voice surprisingly steady. He knew he lied. He knew that the test was just an excuse to not explain anything to anyone. He wasn’t ready.
He didn’t even knew if he’d ever be. Because realizing and accepting that knew things he shouldn’t know, things he shouldn’t be able to predict was hard.
It meant that his dream was more than just that. More than a dream and this was something Finney didn’t want to face.
It meant he was special.

He didn’t want to be special.
He wasn’t.

So why did he feel like it right now?

His teacher looked confused for a second. Maybe she was doubting herself because it was Finney who spoke out. If it was another student, someone like Robin or Vance, if she had him in a class, she would have scolded them.

“No, I don’t think so Finney. Maybe you got some classes confused.” she said, and Finney nodded.
His cover was blown and now there were more questions that Robin definitely would ask him.

Questions that Finney didn’t want to answer.

He nodded, hearing the muffled chuckles of his classmates around him. They were shout down by a stern look from Mrs. Smith, but Finney felt no relief.

Because when this lesson was over, he’d have to face Robin.
Finney knew, he wouldn't beat him up. Well, he knew that rationally. But what was rationality in a moment of panic? In a moment you can’t even trust yourself.
Mrs. Smith didn’t really notice, or care as Finney thought, how he just stared at the board, again not taking any notes.
Not that he needed to, but he normally did it.

He didn’t look at Robin. He couldn't do it. Maybe if he did, he would have calmed the tan boy besides him down, showing him, that Finney was alright.
But he wasn’t.

Finney Blake wasn’t fine, no matter how many times he told it to others.

And Robin now knew, that he was lying.
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As soon as Mrs. Smith dismissed the students from their class, Finney had started to walk faster.

It was stupid. He knew that.

He was stupid

So damn stupid. He had lied to Robin's face without hesitation.

He didn't want to worry him. He didn't want to admit to himself that something was wrong.

His steps quickened as he felt the burn on his neck again.

He felt the acid in his stomach rise up his throat, but he was able to just swallow it.

"Finn?" naturally. Robin was right behind him
Finney would like to stand still, tell Robin not to worry.
But it wasn't the case.
Finney felt like he was being watched all the time, had moments when he felt like he was watching his body from the inside but not controlling anything. The next moment he felt everything too much.

Like now, his clothes itched and scratched uncomfortably all over his body, his hair tickled the back of his neck and forehead. His quick, almost panicky steps squeaked on the floor.
The sweat his body seemed to be producing just now felt incredibly sticky.

He had to get out of here.
He had to get out of here!
His hands were shaking, feeling incredibly cold. He felt the eyes of the others on him, Robin's - after all he was right behind him, so why should it be anyone else - the most.

His heart was beating so fast he almost feared it would burst out of his chest.
His lungs burned, screaming for more and more oxygen while none seemed to get through to them, depriving them of the vital gas.

He heard his name.

Finn!

Finn damn it stop!

And yet he kept walking, picking up even more speed.

He slipped past the other students. Maybe it was Donna or Griffin, maybe Vance, if he hadn't skipped off after their accidental meeting in the cafeteria. And yet everything was as if in a fog, the corridors and people around him blurred, the only thing he was concentrating on was Robin's steps.

He just ran through the big, glass front door of their school, which fortunately was open. Maybe he would have just run through the glass if it had been closed.

The cool air of March was supposed to calm him down, but it didn't.

Behind him were those footsteps again. Robin's steps.

His footsteps.

The steps that followed him.

The steps of his pursuer.

Finney ran. He ran through the night, adrenaline pumping through his veins.
He was alive.
He ran, screamed.

He screamed that he was here, that he needed help. And yet, the only thought on his mind was run.

He had to run away. Run away from this goddamn house. Away from that fucking devil.

But he was behind him. Finney heard the footsteps catching up with him more and more. But this made his heart pump faster. Something triggered him.

It was almost like he was flying across the ground. His steps so desperately fast that he almost didn't think he was touching the ground.

Maybe it was the pounding of blood in his ears, maybe it was his thoughts screaming a single word through his brain: run, but the footsteps had stopped. They were gone.

But not enough time had even passed to even brake when he heard the damned sound.

The engine.

The wheels.

It was before him.
He froze, his mind blank for a millisecond before turning around.

He had to escape!

He had to escape it.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a light blaze up in some house.

Hope flared as he opened his mouth.

Then came the weight.
He fell to the ground, little pebbles digging into his palm.

His heart stopped and he still wanted to scream.

"Scream and I'll gut you in the right here in the street and strangle you with your own intestines." the man growled, Finney petrified.

He held something to his neck.

"Nighty night, naughty boy."

Finney didn’t know how long he ran, or what made him loose it. But now he hid behind the school, his legs bent and pulled close to himself.

He sobbed but tried to hide it by burying his head between his knees.

He didn't want to be like that.

He wanted to be normal.

"Finn? Are you here?" Finney didn't respond.
He was hidden behind some bushes, which were only just beginning to bloom again, so his hiding place wasn't as good as he would like.

But he was thirteen years old. He wasn't looking for a place that would hide him, but one that would make him feel hidden.

"Finn?" The footsteps drew closer and Finney sighed. Robin.

He had no energy to look up or get up. He didn't even react when Robin stepped in front of him, then sat down next to him.
He was ashamed.

He was ashamed of not being able to control it.

"Are you all right..?" for a moment it seemed as if robin was considering what nickname to use, but decided against it at the last minute.

Finney swallowed the big lump in his throat, now managing to look up. He didn't know why, but Robin was safe.
He felt safe with him.

"Don't worry.. I - I was just overwhelmed for a moment." he mumbled, not meeting the warm brown eyes of the long-haired one, who nodded.

"Eres una mentiroso de mierda." Robin simply answered in Spanish, but Finney had to admit that despite not understanding what Robin was saying, he found comfort in those words. Maybe it was the warm tone, or the way Robin spoke, but it calmed him down.

Maybe just because it was Robin.

"I didn't understand anything." the brown-haired one sniffed, which made Robin snort in amusement.

"That was the thinking behind it, so what was going on?" Robin grinned, seeming relieved that Finney could finally bring himself to look at him.

Finney sighed, kneading his hands nervously. He didn't want to worry Robin.

It had only been a nightmare.

He knew that was just wishful thinking.

"I slept shitty." he finally said, which was the truth. It just wasn't the whole thing.

"No mierda, puedo ver eso." Robin replied, not even realizing at that moment that he was just speaking Spanish.
Finney knew this often happened to him when he was serious or nervous.

"But..not for the test." he added, avoiding Robin's gaze. He had lied and was about to admit it.

Robin looked at him, but Finney couldn't shake the feeling that someone else was there.

Something else.
“Can I hug you?”

“W-what?” Finney looked now directly at Robin, noticing his worried eyes but the slight smile on his warm lips. It was a forced smile. One smile that was meant to comfort Finney.
And it did.

“I asked if I can hug you. I know, we don’t usually do that stuff, but you don’t look good. I want to help you and I think this could clam you down.” he played with his top, blushing slightly at the explanation for his reasoning.
It’s true.

Finney and Robin spend a lot of their time together if they could, but they never really hugged hugged. It wasn’t like they didn’t want to, but something always stopped them from doing it.
This barrier was broken.

“I was just confused why you asked.. of course you can.” Finney replied, also feeling his cheeks filling with heat.

After a few moments, Robin placed an arm around Finn’s shoulder, pulling the slightly taller boy to him. Finn felt safe, relaxed in this moment.

“So do you want to talk about your night?” he finally asked, and Finney stayed quiet for a few minutes.

He needed to talk to somebody, someone who wouldn't jump to any conclusions that would make everything worse. No one that would call him special or “blessed” because of it.
Because he wasn’t.

“I.. I just had a bad dream, Rob. It was..scary and weird.” he finally took the courage to say, looking at Robin as he did. He didn’t know why, but the boy made him feel safer than he felt with anyone. Gwen was his sister, she was a different kind of safe.
For a moment Robin froze, he looked at something far away from them.
“Do you remember anything about this dream? What was it about?” he asked looking back at Finney.

Finney felt his stomach grow tense.
He didn’t want to tell Robin that he dreamed about like the whole school year - and a lot of stiff was like a de ja vú right now – or the kidnappings. Or that Finney had dreamed about killing someone.

“Not really.. maybe it was just about a scary movie I saw the night before.” he shrugged. He wanted to believe it. Believe it was only a nightmare brought upon him because he saw either a scary movie or something on the news.

Robin relaxed.
“You didn’t watch the Texas Chainsaw Massacre without me, did you?” he teased. Finney chuckled, before he realized what Robin said right now.

This movie shouldn’t be out till August.
He looked at Robin.
“S-sorry, I didn’t quiet catch that.” he grinned shyly, making Robin grin even more. But Finney saw how his eyes had something else in them.
Nervousness.

“Oh, I just said that you shouldn’t watch them then. Or at least alone.” he elbowed him slightly, making Finney laugh.

He just had misheard Robin.
The same case with Mrs. Smith.
He simply was confused.
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In the library it was silent.
Finney and Robin sat at a desk slightly hidden behind the bookshelves.

It just was something the both of them had silently decided to do.

“I just don’t fucking understand how this stuff should work.” Finney held a hand before his mouth, trying to at least muffle his laughter because he didn’t want to disturb any of the other people here.

Well it weren’t many. Him and Robin, a boy that seemed awfully familiar and three unknown girls.
“You can just put the numbers into the equation. Once you get it, it gets easier I promise.” Robin groaned at the words of his tutor, whom simply just grinned at him.

Finney felt like he could have solved these papers in his sleep, and although it made him kinda nervous as of why, he chose to ignore it. Maybe he was just good at it.

He knew this wasn’t the case.
It was enjoyable learning with Robin, both boys had huge grins on their faces the entire time, though Robin for sure cursed out Mrs. Smith one time.

But this was how it is. Robin was there with him. He with Robin.
The question, of how Finney just seemed to know about the math test was never brought up.
Maybe Robin thought it was simply a coincidence.

And this was just what it was.
A coincidence.

Notes:
So this was the chapter.. I've said I wanted to put some comfort in it, but well after a shitty day like that without some support I couldn't really just skip to the part that was better for them^^".

Translations;

puta- bitch
“¿Por qué no me hablas, estúpido idiota? Solo quiero ayudarte.”-“Why don't you talk to me, you stupid idiot? I just want to help you."
"Eres una mentiroso de mierda."- "You're a fucking liar."
"No mierda, puedo ver eso."-"No shit, I can see that."

So what do you think about Finneys and Robins coping mechanisim?
Any suggestions or any chritisim?
Any theories on what is going on with the grave-boys or casper crew? (the others will join soon, I wanted to expand a bit on the realtionship between Finney and Robin)

If anyone wants to contact me, my discord is: MariDreamlove#7934