𝙷𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝙷𝚎 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎 [𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚗 𝚆𝚘𝚕𝚏𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍]

Jaeden's Connection

*all credit of the IT script goes to its writers*

It had been four days since Finn had yelled at me. Four days since Noah had kissed me. Four days since he had called me an Uber and drove with me home. He had asked to come in, but I told him it wasn't a good time. We talked about two days later. About us, about Finn, and what happened. I told him I wasn't ready to be anything, but I couldn't deny the feelings I had for Noah. This was true, they were there. I liked Noah. A lot. And he knew this, he liked me too.

Today was another filming of IT. We were about half way through. It was the cleaning scene, where the boys help Beverly clean the house. Meghan was scheduled to come at 10:30 to take me. I stared at the ceiling and sighed. I didn't want to see Finn. I rolled over on my side and stared at the blurry alarm clock to my right. It read 6:30 AM. Fuck. I hadn't been able to sleep last night, out of fear for the next day. I was more nervous than I had been in a long, long time.

I sat up and climbed out of bed, sliding on a pair of slippers. My balcony welcomed me with a cool breeze. The potted plants that sat on the ledge had been there for quite some time, and were still in full bloom. I smiled. I had worked hard on those flowers, they were a personal accomplishment. The door on my balcony slid shut behind me as I stepped inside, walking over to the mirror. I looked busted. My hair was unbrushed, and I had forgotten to take off my makeup from the night before.

By now, it was 7. I had hours of time to kill. New York was three hours ahead of us, so I decided to call Audrey. Hopefully, she would be up. After about three rings, she picked up the call.

"Junie?" said the voice on the other end.

"Audrey!" I replied.

"I haven't heard from you in forever. I thought you forgot about me!"

"How could I?" I laughed.

"Everything I've been hearing, is it true?"

"What've you heard?"

"About Finn and you hating each other. Everyone suspects it." She said hesitantly.

"Yeah. It's true. I didn't know people could tell."

"Why?"

"He's just a dick. Not much else," I said. I wanted to tell her about the other day, but I decided not to. It was something I would normally tell Audrey, but I hadn't seen her in so long. We talked for about two hours, until I had to go. I was about to hang up, when she called my name.

"Junie, wait!"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think maybe..maybe Finn likes you?" She asked.

"No."

"Usually when guys are so weird like that, it means-" She said quickly.

"You're wrong, Audrey. I've gotta go," I replied hastily, cutting her off.

We exchanged our goodbyes, and I put my phone down on my bedside table. It was about 9:10, and time to get ready for the day ahead.

I tied my hair up into a bun so I could take a shower without getting my straightened hair wet. The crew wanted my hair to be kept perfectly straight for the movie, so some days I decided to do it for them to save time. The shower felt nice. I needed it. I closed my eyes, letting the water soak over my shivering body.
The water felt refreshing, like a clean slate. I shed my skin from the night before, pushing the ugly thoughts down the drain. An image appeared in my mind, my subconscious holding my imagination captive. I was back in Finns room, staring at his wall. Suddenly, I knew what the color reminded me of. The color of Finns walls, the dark blue, looked like my apartment building in New York. I blinked, and then I was standing in front of my apartment. It was tall, too tall, a few stories higher than I remembered. Things had changed. I looked around, glancing in each direction. No one seemed to notice me, most just shoved by me. People carried briefcases, strollers, purses, coffees. I watched a man spill his drink on a woman holding a baby. This looked all too familiar. The noise was overbearing, almost too much to handle. I shoved my way through the crowds, and into my building. That noise, the chatter, it used to be my favorite sound. Had I changed that much?