Finlay smiled. "I'm Finlay, but sometimes people call me Fin." He spoke. "Actually to be completely honest nobody calls me Fin at all. Just Finlay." He lightly chuckled as he skipped another rock. "Yeah. Quite often. I like how it skips across the water and the ripples come out. Would you like me to teach you?" He asked. Even though he came off of the Isle, he was probably the nicest out of them all.
Fin smiled and chuckle, running his hand through his dark hair. "It really is. I just love the sounds and the sights of it all. Quite peaceful if I do say so myself." He stated. Finlay felt happy when Sophia said that she wanted to learn. "Yeah. I really like to read. Sometimes I make little movies, but I haven't done it in a while." He said as he skipped another rock across the water.
"Sort of. Actually, yes. A lot of the time I did. Mother told me to go outside and meet some friends, and I did, but I spent most of that time reading also." Finlay chuckled. Then, he saw Sophia hold her hand on for a high five, bringing it down a few seconds later. "We can high five if you want. I like high fives."
(( Beatriz ))Thomas walked through the meadow, a little skip in his step. He was really here to skip rocks on the little lake because that was always fun. Plus, he loved to see the rocks glide across the water. Grabbing a rock in his hand, he rubbed it, and realized that it was way too pretty to skip, so he decided to keep it. After all, maybe he would start a rock collection soon. Those were always fun. Plus, he didn't have anything better to do. Sitting down on the green grass, he looked out towards the lake and sighed happily. Plus, maybe something good would happen. Every single day in Auradon was quite boring and he needed something to enter his life with a bang.
Thomas rubbed the rock, looking down at it carefully and studying it. It was actually pretty shimmery and this purple color. It was very pretty and interesting. Looking around, he thought he had heard something, but he was probably just using his imagination to the max this time. But then, he poked his head up a little bit and saw a girl. That wasn't unusual because he saw girls all of the time. He just didn't talk to them. However, this was Beatriz. Biting his lip, he wondered what was going on. Beatriz never cried. Walking over to her with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie, he looked down at her. "Hey, are you okay?"
"If it isn't nothing then I don't think that you would be sitting here, crying." Thomas stated as he tilted his head a little bit. "I found this rock. It's purple and all shimmery." Thomas stated. Now he was just rambling and being insanely awkward like his dad was. "You can have it, if you want. If that will make you feel any better." Thomas stated, rubbing the rock in his hand slowly and carefully. He didn't want Beatriz to be sad. He had never seen her sad. He wanted her sadness to go away and for her to be happy again.
"I was just wondering, Beatriz. You don't have to be so mean and unleash your anger out on somebody else just because something happened to you." Thomas snapped, sitting with his back against Beatriz's as he looked at the shiny purple rock sitting in the palm of his hand. Putting his head on his knees, he sighed softly and lifted his head back up to look over at Beatriz. It was all very pitiful just to look at her being sad.
Thomas turned around, looking over at Beatriz carefully and studying her. "Okay, maybe that is actually true. Just because you are mad or sad or, whatever you are feeling right now, doesn't mean you have to rant out and get mad at somebody else." Thomas stated, setting the rock in the pocket of his hoodie. "Are you sure? I mean, people in the school know what has happened to you, but honestly I don't really know the whole story."
Thomas shrugged, sitting right back down where he was sitting before, placing his head on his knees and looking out into the distance. He wanted to find someway to make Beatriz feel better than she did before all of this happened, but the only way to was to leave her alone. She would never like him if he never listened to her. And Thomas really wanted Beatriz to like him. He wanted them to be friends, maybe something more, but Thomas had to listen, and that wasn't so hard for him to do.
When Thomas finally heard Beatriz talk to him after a few minutes of silence, he turned back around facing her. "Oh yeah. I totally get it. Everybody gets sad and stressed out. That's normal. That's human emotion." He replied with a shrug. "And I'm sorry that I snapped at you. I shouldn't treat women like that. That was very rude of me and I apologize deeply. My mom's kind of, tough?" Thomas cocked his head a little bit, chuckling awkwardly.
"I know. You guys were one of Auradon's cutest couple." Thomas stated, chuckling softly. "I mean, there was a poll and everything. It was pretty cool." He stated, looking down at the grass and his sneakers which kind of blended in. "No, Beatriz. You weren't. You were, unleashing the emotions that you needed to get out. Everybody needs to do that at some point in their life."
Thomas put his hands up in surrender, shrugging. "Oh. I'm sorry. I am really sorry, Beatriz." He replied, nodding. Thomas looked back over at Beatriz, rubbing his lips together slowly. "Beatriz, please, don't think that it is your fault because it isn't. Maybe he wasn't the right guy. A guy should never leave a pretty girl like you." Thomas stated, picking a flower out of the ground and fiddling with it's stem.
Thomas watched as Beatriz lied on the ground, which Thomas did the same as he fiddled with the flower's stem between his fingers. Looking up at the sky, he watched the clouds go by only for them to be replaced by new ones. Looking back over at Beatriz, Thomas nodded. "You are really pretty, Beatriz. He must have really loved you, but people come and go."
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