Before Sunset : Finn Wolfhard x Reader

The Boat.

"No, what I mean is, if we were both going to die, tonight..." He continues.

"What, like if the Apocalypse was coming?" I question with a smirk.

"No, no, that's too dramatic. But, what if... you know, just the two of us were going to die. I mean, would we talk about your job, the environment or..."

"If today was our last day?"

"Yeah, what would we talk about, what would you tell me, for example?" Finn asks, looking at me.

     I pause to think. His question takes me back a little.

    "Well...?" He says, waiting for my response.

     "That's hard." I get out.

     "I definitely... would stop talking about my music. I have to admit I would probably drop the environment. But, I would still...want to talk about, you know, magic and the universe. I'd just wanna do it from a..." He stops talking, as if he's about to regret what he's going to say next.

     "What?"

      "...a hotel room. You know? In between sessions of us, uh wildly fucking, until we die." He says starting to laugh, causing me to instantly crack up.

     "Wow?!" I say, in between my laughter. "Well, why waste time with an hotel room? Why not do it right there...?" I continue, motioning on a bench.

     Finn grabs me by my left wrist and drags me to the bench, sitting down while he puts me on his lap. "Come here, come here..." He says while laughing.

     "No!" I cover my eyes and whimper in horror, obviously laughing. "Okay. We're not gonna die tonight. Okay?"

     "Alright, too bad then." Finn let's go of his grip, for me to get off his lap, but instead I stay.

     "Yeah." I agree, smirking while grabbing his hand and placing it on my lap. "That was a pretty extreme example." I say while laughing still.

     "I'm sorry."

      "Its okay. It was funny."

      "So...you were saying you wrote songs earlier, what kind of songs do you write? I didn't know you did that." He asked.

"What kind?"

"Yeah, tell me."

"I don't know, just songs. Like some are about, you know, people, um, relationships. One's about my cat." I laugh.

"Sing one!" Finn says in excitement.

"No, I can't, I don't have a guitar."

"Oh, I mean, come on, a capella." He insisted.

"No, no, no. No, no, no, I'm not singing a song without a guitar, you're nuts!" I say causing us both to laugh.

"Why not?" He says, pretending to be in disbelief.

"No, okay, not now."

"Just one!" He squeals like a little kid Holding up his finger.

"No."

"If not now, when? You want to meet here in six months, with a guitar? You know, you'll fly all they way over here, I may or may not make the metro..." He jokes.

"Okay, that's... that's funny. That's really no..."

He stands up suddenly from the bench, and extends his left hand to view his watch. "We've got to get going back to your hotel!"