Platonic Fintan & Bronte (Oneshot)

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== Oneshot ==
Fintan was well on his way to becoming a Councillor. But for now, he had to pick up groceries for his mother. Nobody really knew what was wrong with her, she just couldn't take care of herself, so Fintan did. His little sister was trailing him closely. She was in the Elite Levels in Foxfire. Fintan's long blonde hair was thrown back into a messy ponytail as he rushed down the squishy, sandy sidewalks of Atlantis. He kept his eyes trained to the ground as he walked. He felt a hand tug on his arm, and he stopped, sighing heavily.
His little sister, Jax, glared up at him. "You're going too fast!"
He exhaled sharply and kept walking, but a little slower.
After a moment of silence, he heard his sister whisper, "Fin. Fin, look!"
Fintan ignored her and kept walking.
"Fintan, come on! Just look!" Jax was pointing to his left enthusiastically. She grabbed his arm again, forcing him to stop.
Fintan looked. His face reddened.
A woman, about Fintan's age, waves and smiles at him.
He looks down. "Adora is a Froster, Jax, and she's not on any of my match lists. And I'm going to be a Councillor."
"I know you like her, though. And you might not become a Councillor," Jax pointed out. "I know that's your big dream and all, but..." 
"Don't start."
Adora comes over.
Fintan's face gets redder.  He awkwardly bows as she dips into a graceful curtsy. "Hello, Fintan. It's good to see you in Atlantis."
"I was just at the market, buying a few things for my mother." Jax elbowed him. "And, uh, this is my sister, Jax."
Adora brushes some invisible dust off of her galaxy-coloured dress, pressing her sparkly lips together. "Well. I'm busy. I'd better get going. It was nice catching up."
Fintan blinks in surprise at her sudden need to leave. "Oh. Yeah. See you around."
She walks away.
Jax rolls her eyes. "You are so awkward."
"I am not."
"Yes, you are."
Fintan gives her a look.
Suddenly, a boy storms by, a woman trailing close behind.
"Bronte, get back here this instant!"
Bronte rolled his dark, greyish eyes and continued to stomp away. Everyone flinches back. They all knew that Bronte was a powerful inflictor with a temper. He glares at everyone who's staring at him, and they promptly look away.
Fintan shook his head. "Bronte."
"Oh, hey, Fintan."
"What are you doing?" he hissed. "You're mother--"
"I didn't do anything!" Bronte shouted defensively. "Everyone just blames me for everything because I'm an inflictor! I didn't do anything wrong!" He turned to his mother. "I didn't ask to be an inflictor!"
His mother had tears in her eyes. "I know you didn't, sweety."
"I didn't ask to be a pyrokinetic," Fintan spoke up.
Bronte looked at Fintan, then looked away, "I'm different. Nobody else is an inflictor. I'm the only one! I'm all alone, and there was never anybody to show me how to handle it! You had a mentor! No one is going to teach me how to deal with all of the crazy emotions and energy that's always swirling around in my mind! I can't do this anymore!" He continues to storm away. "I hate you!!! I hate all of you, and I'm leaving and never coming back!"
His mother sobbed and watched him angrily march off.
Fintan sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder. "He didn't mean that," he whispered. "He's just confused. And overwhelmed. I'll talk to him, Lady Aira."
Lady Aira sniffles and nods. "Thank you, Lord Pyren."
"Just Fintan is fine. I don't like it when people use my family name."
Lady Aira's eyes widened. "Yes, of course. I'm sorry about your mother..."
"It's fine." He quickly turned and left. Jax followed him. After a few moments of walking, they caught up to Bronte. He was sitting in the sand, his legs crossed, holding something. He scowled, struggling back tears when he noticed them. "Leave me alone."
"You're mother is waiting for you," Fintan said quietly.
"Tell her I'll be home soon."
"I thought you were leaving and never coming back."
Bronte scowled again, wiping his eyes.
Fintan gave a frustrated sigh. "Seriously, Bronte! You should care more about her! She's your mom, and she loves you!"
"I do care about her!" he shouted, sniffling.
"Well, you don't act like it!"
"I try to!" Bronte sniffled again.
"Well try harder!"
"I've been trying to make my mother happy for years! I've been trying so hard to make her happy..." He wiped his eyes. "And my father doesn't help. He sits around the house doing nothing all day. I-I don't know what to do! I just... I don't know what my mom wants from me."
Fintan's eyes widened. "Oh... Bronte..."
Bronte was holding a pin. A Foxfire pin. He threw it onto the ground, hugging his knees to his chest.
After a moment, Fintan helped him up and hugged him. Bronte hugged back, burying his face in Fintan's cape. "I'm s-sorry, Lord Pyren..."
"Just Fintan, please. And no need to apologize. My dad wasn't any better than yours, trust me. You know your mother loves you no matter what, right?"
Bronte sniffled and pulled out of the hug. "Yeah."
Fintan gave a shaky smile. "Well, she's probably waiting for you. You better hurry so she doesn't get worried."
Bronte nodded. Fintan picked up his Foxfire pin and handed it to him. "Thanks," Bronte mumbled before rushing away.
"See you at school, Bronte!" Jax called as he walked away.
Bronte gave Jax a wave.
Jax and Fintan shared a look as Bronte disappeared into a crowd. "He'll be okay, right?" she asked.
"Of course he will," Fintan promised, but mostly to reassure himself more than anything. "He's tough."
== The End ==
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