“But really, why are you so worried?”
“The chances of us becoming completely different people are very high and I don’t think that we would be the same if we, individually, were different people. I just don’t want to lose…us”
“And what exactly is ‘us’?”
“You and me, friends…but the kind that don‘t happen to come around twice for one person.”
“Okay, so we’re impossibly good friends, by definition, doesn’t that makes us an exception?”
“Well, I want to do whatever it takes to keep it that way.” For being the end of August, it was colder than normal with the windows open in my old house. I could feel the breeze on whatever little amount of skin I had exposed because we decided to for-go the majority of the blankets available. I shivered and knew he noticed because for some reason whenever I would the untrained eye would say I looked to be seizing for a split second they made me move so much. He welcomed me closer and I let my arm fall rather lazily and ungracefully across his chest, with the sole intent to steal his body heat of course. For some reason he always had a surplus, so it wasn’t as if I was stealing anything especially important to him. So what was the harm? “I don’t know if you know, but I’m really going to miss you.” I had a thing about stating the obvious. Maybe it wasn’t necessary, but maybe it just was. My face was scrunched up into a smile and my nose wrinkled, or at least it felt like it and it was mostly to mimic the expression on his face at the time, but it had a convenient side effect of preventing tears.
“Like I don’t know that. I’d miss me too if I was you.” I could feel his muscles tense up at my subtle movement as if he was bracing himself for some kind of injury to follow by my hand. “O’Malley…I love you, of course things are going to feel different when you aren’t around.”
“Love me?” I had an annoying grin on my face and Finn knew why. True he wasn’t quite as emotionless as most guys, but he still wasn’t too likely to go out ad say certain things without first being mildly provoked to do so. He would often say that he needed more guy friends because if he spent too much time with me he was going to turn into a pansy. This moment was most likely one of those.
“You know what I mean…” Ouch, I shouldn’t have asked.
I wasn’t that I expected anything, or wanted anything, but it was the tone that surrounded it. It was like it was different for us, which, for some part was true, but he made different sound negative, when I had always thought of the word with a positive light. Though I wanted to argue, I held back. I wasn’t going to spend my last few hours with him arguing over something absolutely pointless as we did for some unknown reason time and time again. Finn wasn’t particularly good with words and this was probably one of those occasions, and for once I was going to let that be a passable excuse, and immerse myself in the comfortable silence of my room.
