𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 | 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

𝑺𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝑫𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔

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I laid in bed as I watched some true crime show.
My mind often wandering to Finn, though I tried so hard not to think of him.

We've been broken up for a little over a month now and haven't spoken since. Finn proposed the idea that it would be best if he didn't have the commitment of a relationship at this time. This pissed me off since he made so clear in the beginning of our relationship that he wouldn't let anything ruin it. But still, I respected his decision.
He insisted that we would remain friends but he hasn't reached out to me at all since our breakup.

Almost on cue, my phone dinged multiple times. I picked it up and my stomach dropped. Finn.

Het
Are yoy busy
I miss u

He seems drunk. I thought for a moment then decided to ignore his texts. I set my phone down and continued to watch the TV until my phone buzzed.
Fuck, he's calling.
I let it ring a few times before picking up.

"Hello?" I answered.
"Y/n? God, I missed your voice." Finn sighed.
I could hear loud music and chatter in the background.

I stayed quiet.
"Wha-what're you doing?" Finn slurred.

"Uh...nothing. What're you doing? You sound drunk."

"Yeahh I kinda am."

I let out a sigh.
"So why are you calling?" I asked bluntly.

"I just...I just felt like I should."

I scoffed.
"That's just the alcohol."

"No. I miss you. I want to see you. Ca-can you pick me up?" Finn tried his best not to slur his words but couldn't help it.

My heart sunk.
"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why?"

I remained quiet while I thought of was to say. Shit, I don't know exactly why it's not a good idea.

"Finn, I ju-"

"Please Y/n. I don't wanna be here anymore and I-I don't trust anyone else. I don't want my parents or Nick to see me like this."

I sighed.
"Fine. Where are you?"

"Jack's."
Of course.

"Alright, I'll be on my way."

"Thank you I lov- I mean...thank you."

I hung up.

...

I pulled up to Jack's house and saw Finn waiting outside, leaning against the garage.
He quickly recognized my car and stumbled to the passenger door, almost falling on the way.

He opened the door and climbed in.
"Jesus, Finn. You got that fucked up?"

"Mhm, guess so." He leaned his head against the window as I drove off.
He lifted his head up to look over at me. I ignored his gaze and kept my eyes on the road.