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dreamlikenewyork2016-02-18 06:09 pm
truthrunswild) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2016-02-18 06:09 pm
"Should I stay or should I go?"
Who: Finlay Bennett and Reecy Chester
What: Probably should be an awkward moment
Where: Walker's home, Brooklyn
When: Wednesday afternoon
Fin hated his new school. It was big and had very quickly felt like it was full of assholes. He didn't think it was because it was a private school, but he seemed to have rubbed up a group of rich kids the wrong way by just existing and probably being basic. Monday had been his first day, and it had sucked. These kids had zeroed him out, teasing him, taunting him, calling him names ('Cletus, the Slack-Jawed Yokel', thanks to The Simpsons). When he got home that night and his dad asked him how school went, he had just said 'Fine'. He ate dinner, took a shower and went to bed, saying he was tired because it was a big day.
Tuesday, he was dreading going back. He hoped Monday had just been an isolated incident because it was his first day and they might get tired of picking on him. No such luck, and he had more classes with them... and his favourite subject, he was with them and no one else he had made friends with was in the class with him. He was miserable and ended up trying to fight back tears on the train ride home. He was so badly homesick and he wanted his mom. He felt useless and stupid for feeling any of that too. He just wanted to go home, back to Arkansas but he was stuck here.
Now, Wednesday and gym class had been the worst of all. The guys, all football and basketball players, cornered him in the locker room. Fin tried his best to get them to tell him what their problem with him was, but what it culminated in was them pranking him by yanking his gym pants and boxers down, being left standing there half naked in front of everyone. In his hurry to try to pull the back up, the leader of the asshole pack kicked the back of his knee and cause Fin to fall over with his pants down around his ankles. It was awful. Fin just grabbed his stuff (after getting his pants pulled back up) and bolted out of class... and out of the school. He ditched the rest of his classes and found himself seriously considering running away from home just get away from this horrible place.
In the end, after sitting in the subway bawling his eyes out, he tried to call his dad. It went straight to voicemail. His dad and Walker had managed to get the afternoon off together and were going to have a date or something. The home phone number didn't pick up either. He took a chance and found the note his dad had put on his phone with some emergency contact information for people in New York if he ever needed help, and Walker's name, phone number, and address were at the top. That was how Fin came to be standing at Walker's front door ringing the doorbell. It was a brownstone house and not an apartment, in a really nice street too. Fin hoped like hell his dad was here so he could talk to him, before the school realised he ditched and tried to contact him.
What: Probably should be an awkward moment
Where: Walker's home, Brooklyn
When: Wednesday afternoon
Fin hated his new school. It was big and had very quickly felt like it was full of assholes. He didn't think it was because it was a private school, but he seemed to have rubbed up a group of rich kids the wrong way by just existing and probably being basic. Monday had been his first day, and it had sucked. These kids had zeroed him out, teasing him, taunting him, calling him names ('Cletus, the Slack-Jawed Yokel', thanks to The Simpsons). When he got home that night and his dad asked him how school went, he had just said 'Fine'. He ate dinner, took a shower and went to bed, saying he was tired because it was a big day.
Tuesday, he was dreading going back. He hoped Monday had just been an isolated incident because it was his first day and they might get tired of picking on him. No such luck, and he had more classes with them... and his favourite subject, he was with them and no one else he had made friends with was in the class with him. He was miserable and ended up trying to fight back tears on the train ride home. He was so badly homesick and he wanted his mom. He felt useless and stupid for feeling any of that too. He just wanted to go home, back to Arkansas but he was stuck here.
Now, Wednesday and gym class had been the worst of all. The guys, all football and basketball players, cornered him in the locker room. Fin tried his best to get them to tell him what their problem with him was, but what it culminated in was them pranking him by yanking his gym pants and boxers down, being left standing there half naked in front of everyone. In his hurry to try to pull the back up, the leader of the asshole pack kicked the back of his knee and cause Fin to fall over with his pants down around his ankles. It was awful. Fin just grabbed his stuff (after getting his pants pulled back up) and bolted out of class... and out of the school. He ditched the rest of his classes and found himself seriously considering running away from home just get away from this horrible place.
In the end, after sitting in the subway bawling his eyes out, he tried to call his dad. It went straight to voicemail. His dad and Walker had managed to get the afternoon off together and were going to have a date or something. The home phone number didn't pick up either. He took a chance and found the note his dad had put on his phone with some emergency contact information for people in New York if he ever needed help, and Walker's name, phone number, and address were at the top. That was how Fin came to be standing at Walker's front door ringing the doorbell. It was a brownstone house and not an apartment, in a really nice street too. Fin hoped like hell his dad was here so he could talk to him, before the school realised he ditched and tried to contact him.
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Walker's house was comfortable and homey. He sat on the sofa, still feeling awkward. It felt good to sit, though. He didn't know if his upset stomach was some sort of warning that he could be about to have a dizziness thing again. He really hoped not. He didn't want to do that around anymore strangers. "I've never really had ginger ale," he admitted, but once he said it, it sounded stupid out loud. He didn't want her to think he was stupid. "I'm sorry. I don't want to be a pain in the ass. I just thought my dad would be here."
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She was back with the bottle of ginger ale and poured some into a glass for him. She was raised on this when she had an upset stomach. She knew her dad always had the doctor mojo in him. She couldn't have been more prouder of him when he made the huge step to go to medical school later in his life than most. Even if he hadn't yet told her if he was feeling cold from this winter weather, she got him a blanket to tuck around his legs. "How are you handling the big change, honey? It can't be easy for you. Everything here so different and strange."