Jules

Are we something no we’re nothing

Big thanks to @alpinelakeministries for editing it for me

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Summery: Finn and Ernesto hook up and Finn’s could care less about Ernesto

It’s the morning after. Ernesto laying on the Blakes' couch with the blanket wrapped around him, he replays the night before in his head; he and Finn hooking up, Finn basically kicking him out of his room, and right after kicking him to the couch. Ernesto would’ve left and went home, but he’d had gotten high with Finn just before and didn’t wanna drive intoxicated. And it was already late.

Ernesto had felt used, dirty even, at Finn’s reaction right afterwards; after all, Ernesto knew better than to get involved with him in the first place but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help the intoxicating pull Finn had on him.

“You can sleep on the couch,” Finn says, quietly cold as he climbs from on top of Ernesto.

“I’m sorry, what?” Ernesto looks hurt but tries his best to keep composure as he swallows the lump in his throat.

“Are you deaf? Sleep on the couch,” Finn repeats himself, not meeting Ernesto's gaze as his tone only gets colder to Ernesto’s ears.

Ernesto, without another word, only gets up, puts his clothes back on and makes his way to the couch.

The next morning, cringing at the memory and the feeling of his eyes welling up, Ernesto slowly gets up and makes his way back to Finn's room. If he was smart, he would’ve walked out and went home hoping to never see Finn again, but the part of him that craves that attention from Finn makes him turn his feet towards Finn’s room.

“Finn,” he speaks up, quietly, as he cracks the door open.

“What do you want, Ernesto?” The sound of Finn’s annoyance only makes Ernesto wanna fight or flee, he doesn't really know. But he works up some type of courage.

“What the fuck happened last night?” He throws his hands up to rub his face in frustration.

“What do you mean? We fucked. That’s it.” Rolling his eyes, Finn stands up from the bed, about a foot from Ernesto.

“Exactly, we hooked up and you kicked me out—what the fuck was that?” Ernesto nearly yells, his face now turning red from anger and shame.

“What did you think? That we were gonna be something after or something? You’re nothing to me but a quick fuck.” Finn couldn’t help but be cold.

“You’re an asshole.” Ernesto feels tears welling up again, but he takes a breath, holding them back. He refuses to let Finn see him like that or let Finn get to him.

“Go home, Ernesto.” Finn says as he slightly pushes him by the shoulder towards the door.

Ernesto obeys. He doesn't wanna hear what else Finn has to say to tear him down. He walks towards the front door, out to his car. He sits in the driver's seat and just breaks down; all the tears and emotions he'd been holding back came all out at once. His chest is heavy and his body shakes, as the tears stream down his face.

How could I let this happen? he thinks to himself. He hits the steering wheel with his fist and keeps letting himself fall apart, right there in Finn’s driveway, wrapping his arms around himself trying to self-soothe.