To love another short

Finn had packed his bag the night before after constant nagging from his sister, Ella was four years younger than her brother but like to act like she had power over Finn. Finn didn't mind playing along and would just reply with 'yes miss.' All his spare change of clothes- well the two changes of clothes he had were inside the duffle bag on his back along with a medic kit and some other necessities. Right now he had black combat boots laced up to his skin, he had plain maroon chino's that were now covered in tiny grains of sand. He had brackets on his left wrist, each meant something to him, most of them were brought by old friends from Ireland before he moved. He had a white polo shirt on- all the buttons done up to his neck, a red pattern on the front of the T-shirt, the back was plain white unlike the patterned front. He had a jacket tied low around his waste. Finn had large eyes; people that met him had often commented on the size and colour of them. When the girl approached his his chocolate eyes only grew wider. For a moment he just stared at the girl in front of him. She was what would be considered, pretty, her dirty blonde hair and thin figure made her fit into the stereotype. Finn found her instantly intriguing when she began to approach him not one of the other boys who- Finn had noted as soon as they stepped off- were a lot more fit than he was and more traditionally, 'manly.' Finn was a pretty boy, there was no denying it, but he was the kind of boy when others his age were playing football her would be eating junk food and watching bad sitcoms on TV.
He bit down on his lip, the soft skin piercing under the teeth. He hair had managed to in front of his eyes and he pushed it back his his left hand. "Finn. My names Finn." He finally replied, his voice was deep but the Irish accent made it smooth like a drawl. A small blush flamed his cheeks as she noted his accident. "Ah. I'm fine... Pins and needles..." He explained looking down at his black boots,