Finn raised a hand, wiggling his fingers in a sarcastic wave to match Marcy’s as he climbed out of the car.

Heather had made her way out real quick. Meggy had only lingered long enough to frown a little and say ‘spread the good word’ again, which did not work well as a comeback the second time ...

Once Marcy allowed herself to be pulled back, Finn’s scowl lessened. He didn’t have anything to worry about. Not really.

Heather had made a distinction when she spoke between cops and real people. Maybe she wasn’t a lost cause.

Finn stuck the remainder of the burger into his mouth, chewing as he ...

When Heather got that close to his girlfriend, Finn squinted and his gaze shifted from stare to glare. The sass hadn’t bothered him. This, though… his arm tightened around Marcy.

“See a doctor about that.”

He attempted to pull Marcy back from the window… though with little success. So after ...

When Marcy fake swooned into him, Finn wrapped his free arm around her and gave her a somewhat sarcastic pat on the shoulder, as if to reassure her about the terrible decisions Heather had decided she’d made.

“Hey, Heather.” Finn raised the burger slightly in greeting.

Heather’s sass didn’t bug ...

Finn’s mouth twisted a little, then he tilted his head as he shrugged once in a ‘well, I didn’t want to say it, but--’ way.

He sat up a little straighter when Heather took off her jacket. As anyone with eyes would. She would be fun to fight. Based on mass alone, Finn would definitely lose. But it ...

Finn snorted at Marcy’s barbed comment.

“Not a cop. A cop groupie,” he said, stressing out the last word with all the disgust he could muster.

In response to Heather’s raised finger, Finn held a hand to his chest like he was about to faint in shock.

Once he was done, he leaned on Marcy’s ...

((Finn Cooper continued from Wined and Dined .))

Bringing the car to school was not a good idea. It wasn’t officially Finn’s yet. But today held three key factors. One, he needed the car at night for a race, so he’d already paid Jules off to let him borrow it that day. Two, he’d been in the car ...

Niall was trying to buff up his confidence. Finn just snorted quietly.

Finn didn’t worry. He just knew how things were. Truthfully, he knew that a bowl of good carbonara wouldn’t change that he was a delinquent with a messed up family, an inability to express affection better than a brick wall, and ...

In response to the joke, Finn reached out and flicked Niall in the forehead. Italian food quality was no laughing matter.

"Fucker." The tone was not as harsh as the mild flick had been.

Finn stuck another mouthful of carbonara in his mouth. Once he'd swallowed it, he picked up the wine handpicked ...

When he scooped the pasta out of the bowl, the sauce clung to it instead of the bowl. Just as the recipe said it should. He scooped them onto the bowls, twisting it into a ball to make it look halfway nice, rather than just dumping it on the plate if he made it at home. Though not wanting to linger ...

Finn did catch the slight frown out of the corner of his eye before Niall turned towards the fridge. He didn’t remark on it.

He nodded seriously to Niall’s explanation of the two wines. He didn’t really get how drinks that weren’t butter could be buttery. But Niall supplied the descriptions for how ...

“All parties are good parties,” Finn said.

At least, they were better than being at home. In the same way that having your shirt set on fire was better than your face being dowsed in acid.

Niall slid him a glass of water, and Finn took it with a faint smile – though barely recognisable as such ...

“Sure I did,” Finn said as he was gently pushed into the house.

Why keep Niall waiting? His patience seemed endless, but Finn figured he’d been tapping into it since elementary school and it had to run out one day. Even if it didn’t, it’d be rude. Finn saved rudeness for those who deserved it ...

((Finn Cooper continued from Death by Glamour .))

If Niall had been really straining his ears, he might have heard loud footsteps and ingredients clattering as Finn half-jogged towards the door with a bag of groceries that he’d needed to get last minute. Otherwise he ran the risk of Donal using the ...

“Yeah. I’ll buy yours.”

Marcy squeezing his hand always brought with it this flare of nerves. Good nerves, not dissimilar to the feeling he got behind the wheel.

Finn squeezed back.

The night passed. Food. Games. Marcy being loud and dramatic. Expressive. Honest. With Finn as her quiet shadow ...