"You home, bro?" I asked as soon as he picked up the phone.
"Yeah, what's up man?" I heard his ever joyous voice.
"Can I crash at your place tonight?"
He went silent for a while, as if he knew exactly what was going on.
"Sure thing."
I was there fifteen minutes later. The sun had just set, shrouding the apartment with an eerie glow that coincidentally mirrored my mood at that very moment. Finn must have noticed my long face and gave me a silent pat on the shoulder. The genuine smile didn't leave his face, but I noticed he was worried. I must admit his reassurance made me feel slightly better.
"Come on in, sorry for the mess, but you kinda surprised me." He broke the silence, scooping me into his room with his outstretched arm. And boy, he meant it.
"The fuck... devil went through here or what? " I teased him, trying hard not to step on the clothes scattered all over the floor.
"Shut up" he laughed. I sat down on a chair by the desk, which also had a mound of junk on top of it, while Finn started picking up his stuff and shoving it into the wardrobe. I decided not to comment on that cleaning method and just watched him in silence.
I met Finn five years ago when I moved from my hometown to the big city. I didn't really know anyone at that time and due to my own mental issues didn't really feel like making friends either. Fate, however, decided to cross our paths when one cold morning I got hit by a car on my way to work. The jerk who caused the accident just drove away and Finn was the only one who actually bothered to help me. I was lucky enough to get away with a concussion only.
And that's how my friendship with Finn started. Later I learned that he lived pretty close to me, so we hanged out every once in a while and I must say that if not for him, I'd probably be locked up in my room alone for the past five years. Because of him, I started to go out more, made some more friends and eventually a girlfriend...
"So, it's Amy, isn't it?" his voice snapped me out of my reverie. And at the sound of that name I felt needles in my chest.
"Yah. You were right." I replied, looking down.
"Fucking slut... Hey, you can stay here as long as you want to, bro." He came closer to pat me on the shoulder again. I looked at him.
"Thanks, Finn... although I don't think James would appreciate me hogging your couch."
"Bro, have you seen my bed?" he laughed "I bet all three of us could fit in there together and there would still be some room left. Besides, James is in Seattle and he isn't coming back today, so you don't need to worry about him now."
Finn stormed out of the room suddenly, only to return with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey, some irish brand I didn't recognize.
