𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 , finn wolfhard

0.2

"
chewing
on
a
fat
smoke —
"

[y/n]

I stalked out of the bathrooms and made my way out of school. I couldn't walk straight through the main doors; they're locked.

I went into the gardens where people go to 'calm down' and climbed over the fence using the school bins as steps.

From there I crept through another hole in some railings where I then slipped into a small wooded area that lay next to the school.

I hopped over roots and ferns before coming out the other side next to a row of shops and a gas station on the end. I grabbed my skateboard which I'd stashed under a log on the way to school.

Apart from the odd car every 5 minutes, the roads were empty and quiet because everyone was at work or school.

I bought a red bull and a bag of chilli sensations before riding down the hilly road on my board.

I slowed myself down at the bottom of the road using my foot, scraping it across the tarmac. I came to a stop at an entrance of a field.

I walked through the field, drinking my red bull when I remembered what I had in my bag.

I quickly slipped the backpack off my shoulders and opened up the secrecy pocket at the back. I yanked out my lighter and a pack of cigarettes.

I sat on the dry mud and lit the cigarette. The lighter hissed and then rose up in a small flame. I place the cigarette over the flame and smoke flew about.

I brought the cigarette to my mouth and breathed in slowly. It was my first time but, I didn't even fucking cough. I got up again and put my red bull in my bag, closed the bag with a zip and slid it back on one shoulder.

I held my burning cigarette with my dominant hand and my skateboard in the other. I walked until I met a large willow tree and I quickly snuck behind it.

I weaved in and out of the trees that lay behind it until I met my usual spot, with an unusual visitor.

There, on the log that I usually sit on, was a boy.

Ew.

He had his head in his hands and was listening to music through his headphones.

I coughed, trying to get his attention, he didn't hear me.

Oh well, so be it.

I went to sit down anyways. I sat about 2 metres away from him, on the log. I'd discovered this spot when I first arrived here and ever since, it was my special place.

I'd come here when I needed to relax, needed to shout, needed to cry. Do whatever I needed.

Yet, I've never seen this kid before. My town is pretty small so he must be new. He's new here and he's already found my spot. MY special place.

I ignored him but he didn't seem to notice me. I threw my board and bag on the ground and took a puff.

That got his attention. The smoke, I mean.

He whipped his head up and his dark brown curls followed.

I looked at him with a blank expression.

He pulled his headphones from his head to around his neck.

"Hi." He stuck his hand out.

"I'm Finn."

[y/n]

"
— no
filter
but
you're
puffing
"

NO A/N

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