the Beautiful and Damned // Finn Wolfhard X Reader

12 : 00

" Drivin on highway 18"

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I twisted the keys that were stuck in the ignition all the way to feel the engine rumble from my seat. I pulled out of the familiar drive way and out into the street. As I put the car from reverse to drive I hit my head against the stearing wheel.

"What the hell am I doing?"

I lifted my head and put my car in drive as I drove off into the night. A decision that I would soon regret. And I knew it.

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The street lights glowed effortlessly revealing the various teenage rebels smoking joints with their friends and whipping out their killers and clears. Every once and a while a kid would sneak out a small bottle of vodka from his coat thinking they were the coolest piece of shits on the block. But, little did they know that they were not the only ones. Just about every kid in this town has the easiest access to drugs or whatever the hell they wanted because, Its a drug central city.

Every one of those kids would have to hide their stashes from their parents that damn well know they did the same thing when they were living the high life of 15 and 16.

......

I walked up to the unfortunately familiar steps and began walking up them. It was as if each step I had taken was another regretful step.

what the hell

he is probably fucking some random slut

its not like I care, or should even care

I'm such a stupid person

I walked across the porch and over to the door and knocked on it three times as my breathing hitched and I felt like I was going to throw up.

ugh should I just walk away?

this was such a dumb idea

I was about to walk back to my car and quickly skid off back home blowing the whole plan off. I heard the door unlock and the knob twist. fuck. The door swung open to show the damned man himself.

"y/n?"

"Hey Wyatt"