Window Pane → Finn Wolfhard

02

y/n's pov

that boy is still on my mind. it's been a few days, and i've seen him around town. everyday, i go out and walk around my new home town. again, i can find nothing wrong with the place, and that's annoying me more than i'd like to admit.

on the first day, i went looking at the shops. i saw him in the supermarket, buying some kind of cake. he saw me too, and grinned again, waving.
i have a bad feeling that his grin will be the death of me, although it's so gorgeous it would be a good way to die.
i tried the smile back, but couldn't quite bring myself to. i don't know why. i simply turned and left.

but apparently i didn't hurt his feelings because the next day, i was walking to have a look at the woods and the river, and on the streets there he is: that curly haired boy. he's got a few girls walking behind him looking weirdly overawed. made me feel sick, and i must have looked it, because he crossed the road to speak to me.

flashback

"hey, you okay?" he asks. i nod, with a faint "yeah", feeling my face heat up. cursing myself inwardly: shit, not now, y/n.
he still looks quite worried but seems to blow it off, and smiles. "you're my next door neighbour, right?"

"yes." i say, somehow regaining some confidence.

"yeah..." he says, and there's a short, awkward silence.

"well, see ya around, silence," he says.
I stare at him.
"silence?" I say, trying to hold back a grin.

"yeah," he says. "you seem kinda quiet, haven't said much."

i wonder what he would say if i told him what i was like before i got here. i was very talkative.

"you have only met me once before and i just got here," i point out.

he sniggers. "longest sentence you've ever said, silence."

"how would you know?" i ask, and walk off.
that boy is sort of annoying.
but then why do i like him?

end of flashback

That wasn't the last of him, though, although he didn't speak to me the next time I saw him.

flashback

"sweetie, could you go drop this off next door?" calls my mother. "we accidentally got their mail!"

i nod, and it takes me until halfway to 'next door'  to remember exactly who lives next door.
too late now.
i try to reason with myself to make me feel better in the form of:
'he's a teenage boy, he won't come to the door'
i ring the bell and, sure enough, my nerves suddenly start acting up for no reason at all. but i didn't need to worry, because whom i guess to be his dad opens the door.

"hi," i say, quietly. "i live next door, we got your mail."

"ah, thank you." he says. "that'll be finn's new guitar book. he's out with his friends, though. you look around finn's age -"

so that's his name. finn. an arrogant name for a cute - no, arrogant boy.
i'm trying to convince myself i don't like him, he reminds me too much of mark.

"yes, i guess so," i say, but hear voices behind, coming up the driveway.

"sorry, i have to go," i apologise, and walk briskly down the drive.

i pass a large group of teenagers and sure enough, one of them is finn. he smirks at me. there are two girls, one ginger, one brunette. they both look at me curiously. the ginger is holding hands with a darker skinned boy who looks me up and down. finn is conversing with a boy with crazy curly hair and another boy who has big brown eyes and straight brown hair.
i walk past them all as quickly as i can, avoiding eye contact.

end of flashback

oh, god. two minutes into this new town, and i'm already falling for the boy next door.
how cliché is that?

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hey everyone! yeah that was a filler, i'm still struggling for ideas :( but i think you should definitely follow: Stranger_Finn_Things and -bbylieberher because their stories are amazing, and this was inspired by them!
love and light <3