So here's a little something from a part of Finn's time at football camp. Sorry for any typos or anything wrong grammatically. You can try your best to get everything but it seems impossible, anyway, enjoy!
The cold water from the water cooler that dripped down Finn's immensely dry throat was refreshing and well needed to say the least. The team had been practicing speed training exercises for the last hour non stop. Having to sprint back and forth down a 100 yard football field really got your heart pumping into over drive and the heavy breathing that's necessary for you to do, so you don't pass out from exhaustion, makes your throat incredibly dry.
"Hudson! Leave some for the fishes!" Coach Tanaka shouted from across the field.
Finn quickly filled his little paper cup one last time, gulped it's contents quickly down, threw it away, and hurried back out to the group huddle that had just formed in the middle of the field.
"Nice of you to join us Hudson." Coach Tanaka commented before he began explaining what their next drill would be. Finn just shook it off and listened.
"You all seem to be improving with your sprints; making larger strides and better times, so I've decided to give you guys the rest of the practice off."
Everyone clapped their hands and there were individual, "sweet's," "awesome's," or "thank god's."
Finn felt someone pat his shoulder pads a few times and turned around to see Puck, beaming at the fact they would no longer have to run wind sprints, deadlifts, or cone drills for the rest of the day.
The team quickly dispersed from the turf and made their way back into the locker rooms. Finn had to remove his gear and grab his shower stuff like the Flash in order to just be one of the first to get a shower stall.
He removed his football practice shorts and Under Armour training shirt, put his shampoo and soap down on the small shelf inside the stall and turned to the metal knob on the wall to start the shower.
As soon as he got under the flowing water he felt relief in his muscles. They ached from practice. After all, they had been out on the field since 6:30 that morning and were now only getting out at 2. Normally, their practices lasted the whole day from 6:30am to 7pm, which Finn thought was inhumane, so he was as happy as a clam to be let out this early.
He lathered the shampoo in his chocolate brown locks then rubbed his soap over his battered and bruised body. It was a good thing he had just washed the bubbles from his hair when he heard a couple bangs against the door to his stall.
"Hurry up man! I want to take a shower and get out of here! This locker room smells like ass!" he heard who he assumed was Puck shouting through the door.
Finn obliged, turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his mid section and grabbed another one out from the side of the shower to rub his head down with. When he finished drying his hair, he draped the extra towel on his neck, grabbed his clothes and started out of the stall.
Right as he exited was Puck leaning on his side against the wall with an annoyed look spread across his face.
"It's about tim-" Puck tried to get out before Finn took the towel from around his neck and playfully whipped it at his face.
Puck quickly threw the towel down from his head and scoffed at Finn who was now sporting at a cocky grin.
"Yeah that's nice Hudson."
Finn shrugged at his friends comment and continued towards his locker to change for the night.
He returned to his locker which he purposely chose at a distance from most of his team mate's lockers. He hated to admit it to others but he was really self conscious of his body, like the fact that he didn't have rock hard abs like Puck or half of the other guys on his team. Since he was popular he had to put on this sort of façade, that he believed he owned the world in confidence, but his body was one thing he felt he couldn't put any type of act on for.
By the time Puck had gotten out of the shower, Finn was dressed in a pair of shorts, t-shirt, and some flip flops.
Since the team got extra funding this year from the school, the camp was in El Paso, Texas with the other schools they never got to go with. Camp usually stayed in Lima, at the school actually, but this year they got to go all out, and since it was hotter than "Satan's balls" as Puck like to say, everyone dressed in as little clothing as publically possible.
Finn waited for his friend to get dressed, then for the others on the team that were falling behind. They decided that they would all go out to get food tonight at some pizza place in the down town area. Getting out of practice early had its perks, like not having to eat nasty cafeteria food.
By the time they left the camp's grounds, it was five o'clock and they were starving. They didn't have to walk too far to down town since their camp was only on its outskirts and it was shortly after that they found a place to eat.
They walked into a small pizza place called J J's Pizza Parlor and pushed a bunch of tables together to form one long row in the middle of the room. They were glad it wasn't packed.
Finn took his seat next to Puck as they all looked at the menu for which pizza's they'd like to order. There was a lot of debate, considering there were twenty guys arguing about what pizza they had to have, but in the end, they decided on three pepperonis, two meat lovers, three cheeses, one pineapple, and one vegetable. Those were all large by the way.
Also after a lot of debate, unfortunately for Finn and Puck, there was a unanimous vote from the others that they go up to the soda fountain and get everyone their drinks.
It was an understatement to say that the other people in the restaurant were less than pleased to hear a pack of eighteen guys yelling what kind of soda they wanted to Puck and Finn across the room. All the two of them could do was mouth a couple of "I'm sorry's" to the other patrons and laugh it off as they filled continuous cups. What did the others expect? They were a bunch of obnoxious teenage boys' right? That's when the statement, 'Boys will be boys' came into Finn's thoughts.
After a barrage of voices shouting, "Pepsi," "root beer," or "Sprite," to name a few, the two guys carefully made their way back to the table, each carrying multiple stacks of drinks, one on top of the other.
Thankfully, neither of them spilled anything and they spent the rest of their time goofing off, shooting spit balls at one another and other people through their straws, talking about who was clearly the best football player in camp, who had the hottest mom's on the team, which was an awkward conversation, and rating the hottest girls on the Cheerios. Quinn got number one and Santana got number two, which Finn and Puck received the envious glares to.
When they finished eating, it looked like there was a stampede that went through the area, specifically their table. Pizza crusts were everywhere; on the table, on the floor, and even across the room some how. Drink cups were turned every which way on the table's surface; on their sides and upside down. Ice chips from the cups were scattered on the floor from them throwing the chips at each other, and lastly, there was a mountain high stack of used napkins centered in the middle of their table. It was huge.
They all threw in some money towards the bill and shuffled out the doors. Finn felt bad for the person that would have to clean up their mess so he left a larger tip than normal and hurried after his team mates.
When they returned to the camp, it was only 7:30, so when they got back into their dorm they were staying in, everyone split to doing their own thing. Some guys gathered around a TV and played Madden or Call of Duty, and others had foosball tournaments. Yeah, they were spoiled this year.
Other's hung around on couches and chairs and talked, a few contemplated working out but were too lazy and full to do any type of exercise after that meal.
Finn and Puck plopped down on their beds on another side of the room away from everyone else and hung out together.
Finn was just lying on his bed, arms behind his head staring at the ceiling thinking of Quinn when he heard the soft clicking noise of typing, the type only phones could emit.
Sure enough, when he sat up and looked over towards the direction where he heard the mysterious noise from was Puck, clicking away on his cell phone.
"Puck!" Finn shouted softly. "What are you doing?"
Puck slowly looked up from the small screen on his phone to his best friend. "What does it look like I'm doing Genius?" he asked in response, teasing Finn about his well, for lack of a better word, stupidity.
"Well it looks like you're on a phone." Finn answered.
"Ding ding ding! We have a winner folks." Puck joked.
"Dude, we're not even supposed to have our phones, never mind be on them. Coach Tanaka took them away." Finn whispered, not wanting any one else to know of Puck's phone.
"And you're probably wondering why I have one right?" Puck questioned, and Finn nodded his head.
"Well, while Tanaka searched our bags and told us to empty our pockets for our phones, and everyone moronically gave them up to him, I told him I left mine at home when I actually hid then in my underwear." Puck smirked.
Finn looked confused and Puck rolled his eyes. "On my body Finn." Puck added so Finn got it.
"Oh…" he started. "That's gross dude." Finn informed his friend who only chuckled at his words.
"You want to use it?" Puck teased as he playfully shoved the phone towards Finn.
Finn jumped back in disgust, like the phone was a disease. It might as well been if it was anywhere near Puck's junk. "Hell no dude! Get it away from me before I drop kick you!" he warned as Puck pulled it back and laughed.
After a few short moments of silence, Finn's curiosity grew once more. "So who are you texting?"
"You mean sex-ting." Puck corrected him.
"Really dude?" was all Finn could say while he rolled his eyes, unsurprised.
"Uh, yeah. Don't get me wrong, I like hanging out with a bunch of my bros' but when it's this long, it gets weird. I need chicks to live dude and the second best thing Santana Lopez does that isn't in bed is on the phone, sex-ting yours truly."
"Yeah that's messed up bro." Finn laughed as he threw a pillow at Puck.
Puck easily blocked it and asked, "What? You don't do anything like that with Quinn?"
Finn shook his head.
"What?" he asked surprised. "Then what the hell do you do?"
Normally he wouldn't tell his business about him and Quinn to many other guys but Puck was his best friend, and there fore an exception.
"You know, we grind… make out."
Puck raised an eyebrow after hearing how little they do. "That's it?"
"Well yeah but, I guess that's what I like about her. I mean, she's not just some slutty girl from the Cheerios. She's real and doesn't need to be all sexual to keep me hooked…" he paused for a second to think of more. "…and I think it's also because her family is heavily Christian and looks down on that type of stuff. She is in Celibacy Club… but like I said, I like it." he finished with a soft smile.
"Dude, seriously, you mind as well just be gay." Puck suggested with a laugh earning a laugh in return from Finn as well.
"And like I'm always gonna say, whatever man." he concluded.
Finn layed back down and turned back over onto his back, threw his arms behind his head once more and stared to the ceiling once more. Sure, he was okay with whatever Quinn wanted and would give him. He hoped in the future they could get farther but for right now, everything was perfect for him.
'Damn it! I'm going to be thinking of Quinn all night now.' he told himself in his head.
Alright! I love writing Finn and Puck convo's, I find them extremely entertaining and I hope I write them like how you believe they'd actually sound. Look out for the my next chapter. Not officially sure when it will be uploaded but hopefully some time in the near future but first tell me what you think of this one please! As always, thanks to everyone that has made this story so much fun to write with all of your awesome reviews so keep leaving them! Thanks... no really, Thank you soooo much :)