Wishbones

Finn studied him closely, his face completely blank. "I didn't fucking ask for this either, Jeremy." He simply came to the conclusion that Morgue was imply that he was sick of Finn and the pregnant issue. Turning back into the room, he shut the door softly and returned to his bed. He ignored the sinking of his stomach or the sting of the words. He was not an emotional person, never had been. But he had never been pregnant before either, and it was already f*cking with him.

"Finn, no!" Jeremy opened the door, entering the room. "It's not you. You are the only thing I'm not sick of. It's not you, it's my fucking father. It's my father and how he can make me feel like I'm worthless even though I know he's the worthless one." He sighed heavily. "I love you."

Finn listened to him, his eyes narrowed into slits by the time Morgue had finished. He had been sick of Cade for a long time now. All he needed was a reason and he would gladly pick a fight with the man, if only to get one good shot to his face for all the pain he was causing his lover. "I'll f*cking kill him, Jeremy." He was completely serious, and it was set in stone on his face. He would kill Cade if he did not stop.

"You don't have to kill him." Morgue sighed softly. "I'll be fine."

"What did he f*cking do this time? At least tell me that damnit." Finn's fingers twitched with the want to kill. Anything that hurt Jeremy needed to be repremended.
Severely.

"Same thing he always does, Finn. I know I should be used to it now, I don't know why I'm not." He sighed. "Just go back in there and lay down with me or something. Please?"

Finn hesitantly looked out the door, to Leon's room where he could hear the boy fumbling to talk to his father.
"Fine, Marilyn." He took Morgue's hand, tugging him into the room and away from the rest of the family.
"You should F*cking feel bad for the poor bastard." The boy averted his gaze.

Morgue chuckled softly, kissing Finn's temple as he moved to lay down on their bed, tugging Finn into his chest gently.
"So how are you feeling?"

"Like f*cking that bitch Prince! ". He bristled at the thought of his brothers lover. "I feel all bitchy and hungry and I f*cking hate everyone and I feel whiny like him."

Morgue laughed softly.
"You're not as annoying as him, don't worry." He pecked his lover's temple softy.

"Not even your retarded ass brother is as irritating as that cum dumpster." Finn truly could not stand the boy. "We still going to Trever's?"

"Yeah babe, if you still want." Morgue nodded, though his face was hidden in the crook of Finn's neck.

"Yeah." Finn had not noticed but one of his hands continuously threaded through Morgues bleach blonde locks. "Did your mom do something to f*cking upset you?" He had heard Kelton yelling but had no clue what had been said.

"Not really, I know he means well. He just pissed dad off and as always, if dad's mad, it's my fault." He sighed softly. "He was just trying to stand up for me but I don't think he realizes it's not going to work."

"Your mom should just f*cking stop." Finn grit his teeth, he too had fought with Cade over Morgue and he understood it was a losing battle.
He could accept this.
Kelton could not.
Finn stood himself up, pulling on a black cotton tshirt to wear over to Trever's. "Come on Marilyn."

Morgue stood up and kissed Finn's cheek before following him out of the home, leading them over to Trever's.

Trever had also invited Zach Torres over to help him with the experiment, and now he sat in his room waiting for everyone to arrive before he actually started. He already had everything ready, a subject picked out, and all the utensils lined up. He had even warned Toni that Finn and Zach were going to be there.

Morgue and Finn arrived only minutes later. And several seconds after them, Zachariah popped his head in the door, not bothering to knock.

"Who the f*ck let him in!" Finn snapped irritably, but he had wore a smile if only for a second. He had come to like Zach, as more or less his only friend.
Trever looked up from his work, eyes settling on Zach.
"He let himself in. He doesn't know how to knock." Still it was said with an arm open for a hug. Trever had thrown Zach out harshly, but he did care deeply for the boy.

Zach approached Trever with a small smile, allowing himself to be hugged, though he did roll his eyes at the man and Finn.
"I don't know why I come over here. You two are rude to me." He smirked softly though as he said it, glancing over to Finn.

"Not like I wanted to see your ugly ass or anything." Finn had never known how to be nice, but being he was not particularly hateful of Zach. He simply didn't know how to be friends well.
Trever watched the two of them, his gaze flickering to Morgue. It seemed as though he and Finn had worked it out.

"You love me." Zach said simply.
Morgue smiled at Trever lightly, nodding his head as he knew what the man was thinking. He didn't want to mention Finn being pregnant though, not wanting to upset him any more.

"I f*cking hate you." Finn stood, looming over to Zach warily. "My life has been sh*t lately." As his only friend, Zach was the only person he would dare talk to about this brat. "Marilyn knocked me the f*ck up."

"Dude, and you haven't killed him yet?" Zach smirked lightly as he eyed Jeremy, his eyes flickering to Finn's stomach.

"I f*cking wanted to. Im still thinking about it." But he could never do true harm to Morgue, he couldn't bare it if he did. "I just roughed him up a bit." He was tempted that he had made him cry but he couldn't, he knew his lover would never live it down.