𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 ⇢ 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝!

xxiii.

july 27th and july 28th, 2021.

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IT WAS THE DAY BEFORE CELIA HAD TO GO HOME. to be honest, she was not looking forward to it. she would fly back home and come back to her dad's apartment. she knew that she had things planned, and honestly she had a jam-packed next four weeks, but the thought of leaving made her feel nauseous.

her and finn hooked up again. celia knew it probably wasn't the smartest thing for her to do, but this time it wasn't out of some weird version of revenge. she told finn that she had feelings for him, and clearly the way he reacted to it meant that he felt the same.

waking up in finn's bed was weird too. sure, she had slept in there the first night, but she had slept in it for a totally different reason this time. she had found the time before she went to bed to put on some clothes, which consisted of finn's future shock sweatshirt and a pair of light gray shorts.

it was around noon, and celia was sitting on the kitchen counter, a cup of orange juice in hand. she kept her eyes on the contents of the cup, as she absentmindedly swirled the juice around.

finn was upstairs on a virtual meeting, and his parents were out to lunch, so she almost had the house to herself. even though it was almost completely silent inside the house, celia still could hear the noises from outside; as they slipped through the cracks and crevices of the house's windows.

celia couldn't help but overthink. she thought of everything: california, finn, jack, meeting celia, playing minecraft with tommy, tubbo, and quackity, finn, the millions of followers she had earned, ubc, finn.

she felt her palms become clammy. god, when will this shit be over? all she wanted to do was feel normal again. she wanted to go back to italy, where all she had to worry about was telling jack about her feelings. now, she had to grow up. she had to shed off her skin; she had to grow.

celia came back to reality when the sound of loud footsteps filled up her senses. there stood finn, with a hand brushing through his thick curls and the other hand in his sweatpants pocket.

"are you okay?" he asked.

god, when will people stop asking me that? "i'm fine," celia responded.

"well, it didn't look like you were fine when you were zoned out and staring at the glass in your hand," finn pointed to the glass she was holding, which was now steamy because of her sweaty palms.

"i'm okay, i promise," celia lied. it left a bad taste in her mouth whenever she lied, and even though she was bad at it, she still continued to do it.

finn brought himself over to celia and placed his cold hands on her face. as he leaned down to plant a kiss on her forehead, celia grasped onto his wrists.

"you can't," she mumbled.

"what do you mean?" finn let go of her completely.

celia took a deep breath. "we're not a couple. you can't do that."

finn had frozen in place. "well, after last night i thought-"

"you thought wrong, finn. just because we hooked up again doesn't mean that we're automatically dating," celia sighed.