Finn decided that, for now, he would focus on Kieran’s birthday. Art was the only hobby of Kieran’s that Finn was at all familiar with, though he didn’t know much about supplies. Most supplies were very expensive, and he had already picked up some paintbrushes. He thought back to Kieran’s sketchbook. He could probably use another one of those, at the rate he was drawing. He wondered what Kieran’s art looked like.
Finn stopped by the art store nearby after work. There was an aisle filled with nothing but sketchbooks. Finn looked through them carefully. Most of the books had flimsy paper covers and paperboard backings. He looked for something sturdier. He found a hardcover book with recycled paper. It was a bit more expensive, but, it’s good to have something solid, he thought.
When he got back to the apartments, he decided he would give the book to Kieran today. When he reached the third floor, he went to Kieran’s door and knocked.
“Kieran, hey, it’s Finn.”
“I got you a present. Liadan told me that your birthday was coming up.”
Still, no answer. He tried turning the doorknob. It was open.
He walked in, uncertain.
No one was there. Finn wandered to the counter, and set down the sketchbook in its bag.
Why is his door unlocked?
Finn decided, after a moment, that he would take a peek at Kieran’s artwork.
I’m going to get caught, and he’s going to be pissed, Finn thought as he looked around. This is a terrible idea. But, I want to see his art.
He caught sight of the storage closet towards the back of the room. I think he stores his paintings in there.
Finn walked to the door, and gave it a tug. It slid open, and he entered the closet. He turned the light on, and saw the canvases.
There they are! he thought, and approached the rack. He carefully pulled a few out, and gazed at them.
Oh, wow. These are great, he thought. He spent a few minutes looking at the others. They seemed a bit melancholic.
I should put these away and go, before he’s back, Finn thought. He started to put a few of the canvases back on the rack.
“What are you doing here?” a voice asked. Finn jumped. He quickly looked at the doorway. It was Kieran.
“I’m sorry--” Finn started. Kieran caught sight of the paintings and his face drained of color.
“Get out!” he shouted.
Finn ran past Kieran and out the door, into the hall. He shut it behind him.
I fucked up.
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