Page 107 of When The Rain Falls

Finn

You’re in the pantry. It would be weird.

Aimee

And whose fault is that? *angry face emoji*

“You know what this looks like, right?” Tyler accuses, hands on his hips. “It looks like you got drunk and passed out again. Shouldn’t you be at work? Do you need help?”

“Yeah, I do need help,” I mutter. “I need you all to get off my fucking case.”

“Hey, Finster.” My sister Jenna’s voice joins the crowd as she gathers next to Tyler and Mom. The youngest of the three of us, she looks like Tyler. She has friendly blue eyes and her hair is pulled back into a casual ponytail. “Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” She gestures at my chest. “We get it. You have muscles. Now put them away.” She glances down at the floor. “And why is the mail on the floor?”

“Goddamn!” I shout, flustered at the never ending stream of critical looks and questions. “Why do you all care about my fucking mail? Haven’t you ever seen mail on the goddamn floor before?”

Aimee

Who’s that?

Finn

A pain in my ass.

“Finn, dear, watch your language,” Mom scolds. “And wh are you so glued to that phone today? You’re as bad as Ruby.”

I ignore the question and sigh as I scrub the back of my head with my fingers. “Why are you all here? You’re two hours early.”

“My oven broke,” Mom explains. “And we wanted to get a head start on dinner. We figured we’d surprise you.”

“You know I hate surprises,” I mutter under my breath. Fucking hell. It’s starting to sink in just how flawed this idea is.

Aimee

I hope you have a plan. I’m not staying in here all night.

Finn

Give me a minute. I’m working on it.

“Hey, I need you all to go into the living room for a second. Real quick. While I tidy up,” I coax.

Aimee

Smooth.

Aimee

Real smooth.

“Finn, why?” Mom eyes me suspiciously. Tyler and Jenna match her expression. I don’t get a chance to answer before Dad lumbers into the kitchen. Did they invite the whole goddamn neighborhood? He walks past the three stupefied stooges and heads straight for the fridge.

“Hey, son.” Dad juts his chin at me as he walks by. “That lip is looking better. Got any beer?”

Aimee

Let me guess…your dad.

Aimee

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