''You don't have to do this you know'' I said as Finn smoothed down another bandage on my back, his hands were nimble and fast, and very cold to the touch.
I sat there, biting the inside of my lip, every time I had a strong urge to wince out of pain.
I also didn't know why I had agreed to this
''Do you know it might be infected'' he stated, his voice muffled, by the tape that he held in his mouth
I shrugged
He tore of another piece of tape with his teeth, sticking it over the bandage so that it would stay in place.
I sat so still that I could feel my pulse humming in my ears, I was focusing all my energy; on sucking in my tummy, and keeping my arms on the sides of my body, to make my body seem somewhat slimmer.
I sat there wondering what I looked like from the back, maybe he would think I was fat or something, it's not that I cared that much of what he thought, it was just that my insecurities need for making sure I criticized everything was over bearing
''What happened?'' he asked his voice barely an audible whisper.
I sighed
I really didn't like questions, especially repetitive ones
''I fell in a pile of glass'' I replied, technically, not lying
I didn't like repetitive questions, because if i hadn't answered it the first time that clearly meant that i didn't want to answer it at all
''You just fell in a pile of glass?'' he asked questioningly
I was not in the mood to emphasize my answers
''Yeah'' I said brushing him off
He didn't ask further, me glad that he finally got the hint
''Why didn't you go to the doctor then? Get it stitched up, it looks pretty deep''
I flinched
''I don't like doctors''
He smirked, he probably didn't believe me, but I didn't care much of what he thought.
''Things heal the same without stitches'' I added simply
''untrue'' Finn stated
He pulled my t-shirt down
I heaved out the breath I had been holding, and released the stomach muscle which had begun to stiffen
''Thanks'' I said glancing over my shoulder at him, a bit more comfortable now that my shirt was down
He didn't say anything, which I was grateful for
I lay my head back down on the bed once more, trying to think of what I was going to do
How was I going to get home? It's not like I had a car, or parents, - let alone a parent willing enough to fetch me. And I couldn't exactly ask Finn we weren't formally what you called on 'friend' terms
''You wanted a night to forget?'' his voice was sudden, and biting in the silence which had folded around us
''Huh'' I asked after a while, I had zoned out, and had only picked up on syllables of what Finn had just said
''Last night '' he interjected
I sewed his sentences together
''Yeah, kind of'' I said my voice scarcely present
''I thought you just wanted to get off easy''
I just nodded because I wasn't used to these drug or 'druggie' references, and I had no idea what that meant, but I was too proud to admit that
Like get off what easy? What was I getting off? Easily? Get off where easy?
We stayed silent after that, not an awkward silence, just a peaceful silence, - before Finn lit another cigarette, and I heard him flick the lighter
I got up, sitting up now on the bed
He offered me a cigarette.
I took one; it was just a cigarette after all
Ha, If Amanda could see me now
I held it in my hand for a moment, just examining it, something so small, seemed barely harmless
''Needs to be lit'' I said handing it back to him
He looked at it, then felt around him on the bed for the lighter until he found it, and pressed on the button, a couple of times
No flame protruded
Annoyed now, he yanked open the drawer beside him, probably searching for another lighter.
No hope whatsoever
He sat up, and gestured for me to come closer to him. I obliged, but wasn't so hesitant when doing so, because I still didn't know exactly where this was going
Finn sighed slightly irritable because I clearly didn't move close enough.
Impatience? Nope, never heard of him
Finn came closer instead, so close that when I crossed my legs, my knees touched his
He picked up the cigarette that I had previously handed him, and inserted it in my mouth.
It was a weird thing to do, - put a cigarette in someone else's mouth. Probably not for him, but it felt quite intimate for me for some odd reason
I didn't react or say anything, - until Finn put his hand at the back of my head, sliding down till he reached the nape of my neck
Now I frowned
A movement like that, your mind immediately jumps to the conclusion that the person who did that to you is about to kiss you. It was not likely that Finn put his hand there because he wanted to feel if there was an electronic chip underneath my skin, or he just had a weird neck fetish
But I had a cigarette in my mouth, so he wasn't planning on kissing me.
I was just confused.
His grip tightened around my neck, as he brought my head closer to his
I let it happen, as the cigarette in my mouth was still my reassurance
Finn brought my head closer and closer until our cigarettes tips touched, and I watched as the paper on my cigarette's outer body started peeling back, smoke slowly began to rise from my cigarette.
Finn released his hold on me, and drew his head back
But he didn't move from his position on the bed
I removed the cigarette from my mouth with my index and middle finger, and blew the smoke out my mouth and in Finn's face
He looked only amused at this
With a devilish smirk plastered on his face, he inhaled deeply, then made a 'O' shape with his mouth, and blew four perfect circles onto my face, each circle evaporating every time it hit my nose
Second hand smoke, is the worst type of smoke
''Show off'' I muttered, kind of impressed
I blew out another cloud of smoke, this one out of his face
Respecting the 'second-hand smoking' fact
I felt Finn take my chin in his hand, putting his thumb just under my lip, this time the cigarette was absent from my mouth, but it happened too fast for me to stop it or even realize what was happening
His lips made contact with mine, all soft and minty, his mouth moved skillfully as he pried my mouth open with his, and this intoxicating feeling filled my mouth, entering in a smoke form
Finn let go of me, and I blew out the smoke he had entered into my mouth
''Wow'' I said
And never had I felt such a strong feeling to bite my own tongue off
Too late
He smiled
Clearly taking advantage of the moment, he lifted his cigarette to his lips and took another long drag, grabbing my head with the other hand, and kissed me this time, - not a lips brushing, not blowing or anything else like that. It was like an actual kiss, his lips moved expertly, almost like he knew my lips, as the kiss deepened, the smoke's dose became more and more
When we eventually broke free, I was dizzy and intoxicated at the same time, and out of breath, like I had just run a marathon
If kissing was a sport, Finn would be the Michael B Jordan of Kissing
I gave him my cigarette
No need for that now and lay back on the bed
I felt great
More than great actually
Finn butted out his, laying down next to me, folding his arms behind his head, and turning his head to watch me as if he was searching for some approval.
I squinted at him, then turned around, so that I wasn't facing him
And just like that the moment was gone