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Chapter 1- Denver’s secret trio
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Time rewind- 1976, 7th grade
Finney Blake had spent his whole life trying to make a friend. Someone who could be there when home didn’t feel like home anymore, someone who would stand up for him when he was being beat up, someone who would just be there with him, be there for him.
Until he realised no one would want to be friends with Finney Blake or better known as ‘Finney the fag’ and ‘Finney the fairy’, so he just stopped trying. Stopped randomly forcing a smile at a random passer-by, stopped lending a helping hand to someone who never needed it. It was like he was on repeat, waking up, going to school, running from moose and his goons, going home, trying not to upset dad, go to sleep, and repeat. It was like a never ending nightmare that Finney couldn’t fucking escape.
His only place of peace was his treehouse.
Correction, his only place of peace was an old, mouldy, treehouse he found hidden behind the trees at a park. Sure it would creek when he stumbled through the place making it seem as if it was about to fall, and yes it wasn’t the nicest place with all the mould and rust but to Finney it was a place he could hide from the world. Where he could hide from moose from, or hide from his dad and sleep peacefully without having to worry a belt would snap over his back when he was ‘breathing’ too loud.
But his peaceful hiding spot came to an end the first day of high school
(read the notes if your confused about the “primary school and high school” stuff)
His first day was no different than primary school. He went to school, the teacher marked the roll, he kept his head down and slept, went to his next class and repeated until school ended and he went to his treehouse. He was sipping on a coke and smoking his pack of cigarettes that he had stolen from Grab and Go after school and throwing a tennis ball at the wall and catching it.
Suddenly, the latch to the treehouse popped open and before Finney could stop it his tennis ball that he was catching, it had headshot one of the intruders in the head causing him to groan and tumble down the ladder, making him groan more which was followed by another muffled groan.
Finney flings himself to the opening, carefully peeping down to see who was trying to invade his place. He sees a small boy, blondish curly hair with blue or green eyes, and recognised his face, Griffin Stagg.
Griffin Stagg was a smallish boy, usually kept to himself unless he was spoken to, and dressed like he was Rodric Heffley's maggot sized twin.
How did Finney know this you may ask. Having no friends can do many things to a person. One of the things Finney gained was becoming incredibly observant of his surroundings. He could tell when his dad was getting irritated, he saw when someone flinched at a friend's raised arm, or whenever a student would do anything unordinary or ordinary.
Whatever it was Finney noticed it.
He snapped back to reality when the other boy rolled over revealing his face. He was an asian boy who had raven black straight hair, and it looked like his dirty clothes were a fancy expensive brand. Fuck. Oh fuck. Finney had just realised who it was and he just directly hit him on the forehead sending him nearly into a coma.
Bruce fucking Yamada.
The school's golden boy. Denver's star baseball player who had won them nearly every game of the season. The year levels highest graded student. Bruce was popular, hot and could easily fuck up Finney’s life even more than it already was with one word.
“Fuck I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was just throwing my ball and I didn't hear you guys and fuck I’m really sorry. Are you guys ok? Are you bleeding cause i have-”
“Holy shit my head's starting to hurt from how much you talk” Griffin stated brushing off his shirt before giving Bruce a hand up.
“What the fuck just happened, who even are you?” Bruce said, rubbing his head as he slowly stood up to look at the boy and before Finney could answer Bruce but in.
“Holy shit your mint arm guy!” Bruce suddenly smiled at Finney pointing at him
“I’m sorry what”
“No last year, baseball remember? Grande finale, you almost had me. Your arm is mint!”
Then Finney remembered his one interaction with Bruce Yamada. He had nearly got Bruce during the finale last year though Bruce had slammed the ball he came up to Finney after the game and told him how good his throw was.
Finney’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard Griffin and Bruce talking again.
“Who knew Finney Blake could talk that much?”
“I thought he could only say a few words at a time.”
“I thought he was mute.”
“ Or he had tourettes.”
“You dumbass the fuck you mean tourettes?”
“Yeah, you know the thing where you can talk but sometimes you can’t. You know what I mean?”
“You dumb fuck, Bruce thats selective muteism. And the fact that you're supposed to be the smartest in our grade is genuinely concerning for American schools.”
“Mind yourself maggot. I will honestly-” Bruce stops speaking and begins holding his head.
“Ah fuck my head, I’m pretty sure i got a concussion.”
“Im pretty sure, your being an a pus-”
Finney quickly retreats back into his treehouse leaving both the boys confused
“Where the fuck did he go”
“I don’t know. FINNE-”
Finney appears at the hole and holds out his coke from before, signalling Bruce to take it. After a few seconds of Bruce confusingly staring at him Finney explains.
“For your head.”
Both the boys continue staring at him.
“The coke is cold, almost like an ice-pack. And the bandades are for the cuts on your arm”
After the boys continue to stare at him Bruce finally smiles at him widely and says.
“I think we’re all going to be friends.”
“Who the fuck is we hoe. You never asked me if I wanna be” Griffin says looking confused at Bruce. Before Finney can stop himself he says.
“Don’t worry Griffin, I wouldn’t want to be friends with this blond Jojo Horton Who look alike?”
Bruce and Griffin's heads snap around to him with their jaws on the flaw and eyes widened at Finney Blake’s- the quiet kid, who rarely speaks and gets beat up every week day- sudden outburst.
“Oh definitely best friends." Bruce says slapping Finney on the back while climbing up into the treehouse he was not invited into without a care in the world. Griffin looks as if he snapped out of his daze and starts walking towards Finney slowly.
“That comeback was pretty fucking good man. And I can smell your cigarettes, gimme.” Griffin smirks walking past Finney up into the treehouse.
And then that was when it started. The oddest trio ever known to the state of Denver. The “fag”, the “emo”, and the “golden boy”.
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Timeskip- 1979, 9th grade
11:49pm
gossips gays:
*hoe has come online
hoe: FINNIOUS, GRIFITH COME ONLINE NOWWW
hoe: @finnious @Satansasscrack
hoe: @finnious @Satansasscrack
hoe:@finnious @Satansasscrack
hoe : @finnious @Satansasscrack
*Finnious has come online
hoe: FINNYYY
Finnious: brucey
I love you i really do but why the fuck are you spamming at 11 pm
hoe: hold up
where the is the miggot at
Finnious: Hopefully killed himself
*Satansasscrack has come online
Satansasscrack: or i WAS sleeping like a NORMAL human
Also finney kys 🖕🏽
Finnious: 💋
hoe: i usually love the Finney and Griffin daily threats but this is important
Satansasscrack: grass growing an inch is probably important to you
hoe: fuck you
hoe: anyway I have nothing to wear tomorrow
Finnious: …
this is coming from you. Bruce Yamada?
you have a whole ass walk in wardrobe bro
Satansasscrack: the fuck you mean you have nothing to wear
hoe: i mean obviously I have clothes but nothing that goes together
Satansasscrack: are you dead serious
hoe: insanely
…
sooo what should I wear?
Satansasscrack: …
Im going back to sleep
hoe: NO IM SORY PLS PLEASS
Finnious: Bruce bro pick something anything will look fine
*Finnious has gone offline
Hoe: your both gonna be on my suicide note
Satansasscrack: womp womp
hoe: womp womp in the big 1979 💔🥀
*Satansasscrack has gone offline
hoe: oh ok then
*Hoe has gone offline
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The next morning Finny quickly but quietly put his clothes on, got Gwen out of bed, and rushed out the door after hearing his dad’s door open.
Griffin woke up early and waited by the window for the paper, which was dropped off by Billy Showalter the paperboy. He ate his breakfast,got ready, and walked to school with his headphones in.
Bruce woke up 3 hours before school, spending 2 of those trying to decide on an outfit, and the other 1 doing his hair and eating his breakfast. His mum drove himself and Amy to school.
All three of them made eye contact as they got to school, gave a slight smirk and nod, then parted ways.
Bruce went over to his popular friends, Griffin went over to his small little friend group, and Finney went to hide in the bathrooms and watch his phone until the first bell went which was another 15 minutes . He was walking around the corner until he felt his head but with someone else's. And of course it had to be one of the worst people to bump heads with.
Robin Arellano