Thread: Braylen & Finn Who: Finn Farraday and Braylen King. When: Forward-dated to June 19th. Friday. Nighttime. Where: Finn's house in town. What: After a week, Braylen goes to see Finn.
It had been a very long week.
It had felt, to Braylen, as if every day was creeping by at a crawl. Even when he was enjoying himself, hanging out with his friends, drinking, watching movies, playing video games and what not, he was aware of the time, of the day, of how many days it had been since he'd seen Finn, since they'd had that arguement.
It had now been a week.
He had been stubbornly avoiding the older man, avoiding calling him, emailing him, anything. And Finn was stubbornly avoiding him as well, from the look of things.
Braylen might have stubborned himself through the weekend and well beyond, except that a spur of the moment impulse hit him, and he found himself in town, and down the street from Finn's house.
He locked his car up and headed up the street from the back, skirting along backyards. He hadn't called ahead, so he didn't want to use the front door, incase Malcolm was up, incase Malcolm answered. Under the cover of darkness he crept across Finn's backyard, eyeing the trees. When he found one near Finn's window, he scaled it, shimmied out on a branch, and eventually managed to wiggle the screen off, using his pen knife. Then he pushed the window open and crawled inside.
He shut the window, slung his bag on the floor next to the bed and sat down to wait, carefully quiet, and listening incase he heard anything that sounded kid-like and not Finn-like.