#guyfinn

“Jesus, fuck,” Mari groaned, still in pain as Jonas helped him into bed, hitting the mattress with an ‘oof’, he struggled to kick his shoes off. The two had been a little tense, having argued over Mari getting hurt in the first place. Jonas had never seemed outwardly gay, to Mari. He seemed like any other guy, just... bad with girls, and Mari always tried to help him out, when he could, though commonly selfish enough to just take the girls for himself in the end, but still - it wasn’t like Mari had a clue until they moved in together and he started to feel like he was pulling back a sheet that the boy had been holding over his head his entire life, only peaking over when in the privacy of his own home... but now they had a home together. On top of everything they’d done recently, Mari was once again trying to encourage their friendship rebound and got them to go out. It was the first time they’d been accused of looking like a couple. Had it been before, Mari would’ve been defensive, maybe even grossed out, but all he could do was tell the dude to fuck off, shrugging it off until he started to pick on Jonas more. Of course Jonas seemed to be the easier target, Mari the bigger of the two, but the second that the guy got close to Jonas, Mari wasn’t thinking after that moment. Before he knew it he was groaning in pain as the guy took off, and now they were where they were now, with Jonas carrying him to his bed and Mari full of pain medicine. “Oh, c’mon, don’t give me that look,” he muttered, weakly shifting to get comfortable. “I was hoping you’d think the whole... punching a guy in the face thing would be hot.” Honesty and bluntness were two things he’d lost with Jonas in their change of relationship, knowing the words would come out... well, exactly as they just had. “You know, uh... back in high school, there was a girl I started to hit on, right, and it was after I promised you we’d go home, so you came over all pissed off at me, and left, and... well, I didn’t think anything about it at the time, but I ended up getting - turned on, I guess, and had to go off to the bathroom so the girl didn’t see that I’d - reacted like that to you yelling at me. Weird, huh?” He shook his head. “... and I didn’t even think it was out of the ordinary. Just kinda dealt with it and moved on. Probably the weirdest part of it all.” With a weak laugh, he looked up at Jonas. “So be careful with that attitude, and just get me some water, man.... please.”

Gemma had an image that wasn’t created by her own intentions, but something that was genuine with her personality, and that was her general naivety, and shy outer appearance when the topic of anything sexual came up. Over time, and after her time with Silas, she really didn’t get all that better about it, the nature of it all still making her fidget and lack any sort of bluntness. Maybe a big part of that had to do with the fact that she still needed more experience, she wasn’t sure, but after the medication they’d thrown into her, she was really saying whatever came to her mind... which was surprisingly inappropriate, in that moment. Silas had been nice enough to take her home and tuck her into bed, Gemma making grabby hands the second he tried to walk away. “No, come back. You don’t have to leave yet,” she pointed out, her eyebrows furrowed as she reached for his hand. “What, are you scared of my bedroom now?” Surprisingly, she smiled a bit at the thought, letting out a laugh. “I wouldn’t blame you, I mean... I thought it was a nice time. It was my first time, so it’s not like I knew how it was supposed to go, but you seemed like you were really into it, and... it was more fun than all the other times I had, though... that might say something about me... or that you’re just really good at it. Probably because you do it a lot,” she rambled, tugging him closer and reaching up to move her hand against his facial hair. “I mean... you probably do. You have all those girlfriends, and you’re... really hot and really... really good. Really good,” she repeated, patting his cheek. “If I wasn’t in love with you, an’ all that, I’d probably ask you for a second go... maybe a third and a fourth... just as many times as you wanted, and I wouldn’t care. It’d just be fun and it wouldn’t... be sad.” She frowned for a minute, before her smile was quickly returning, and she shrugged. “Oh well.”

“Um... I like the top, but I should probably be on the bottom, since I usually fall off. Or, I did a lot when I used to go camping with my uncle,” Phoebe explained with a happy little nod of her head. “It’s just so hard to stay on top, even if it’s a lot easier to bounce around... that’s probably why I always fall off.” Tilting her head as she eyed the bunk beds, she looked up at Evan again. “Are you even sure you’ll fit? You’re just so... tall... and the beds are, like, super small. What if I sleep on the bottom and it breaks and you crush me?” She gasped at the idea, before realizing what way it could be taken. “Not that... I’m not calling you fat! You eat a lot of pizza, but you’re still totally in shape and super hot, you’re just... big. That’s a compliment! You have a lot of big things. Like your legs... and your feet... and your ego,” she rambled on, her brows furrowed as she finally stopped to take a breath. “... maybe we should just let me sleep on top, and I’ll be super careful. Or we can try to sleep on the top together. It’ll be really tight, but we can just cuddle! ... and I can sleep on the wall side, and you can be the first to fall off and keep me from doing it. See? Perfect!”

“Silas, of course I do. Would I be standing here with you if I didn’t?” She finally met his gaze, sucking in a breath. “... but I want to be happy. I want to have a family. I wanna get married and be with someone who loves me back and won’t leave me anymore.” Her voice wavered, breaking off as she reached up to wipe her own tears. “I want someone who won’t tell me what I need, and who will let me make my own decisions, as stupid as they might be.” Her shoulders fell dramatically, taking a small step back. “... but you won’t give me that. You won’t let me be happy with you, and that’s... it’s not fair. It’s not fair that you keep coming back and reminding me that I do love you, and I love you more than I could anyone else, but it doesn’t matter because you won’t let me. You keep running away and hurting me when all I want is you. I don’t care what kind of baggage you have, and I want to be there with you through it, but it doesn’t matter. None of it matters so why are you doing this?” She sniffled, wiping her tears again. “Unless you’re here to tell me you won’t hurt me again... I need to go back inside.”

it’s time