author's pov
it was july 1983, somewhere in northern italy when the wolfhard family invited y/n l/n over as an exchange student.
it wasn't really that much of a big deal, 17-year-old finn thought.
"cara, puoi per favore pulire la tua stanza? sta arrivando il nuovo studente di scambio. (dear, can you please clean your room? the new exchange student is arriving.)" mary, finn's mother asked.
"okay, mom." finn stood up, removing his headphones, grabbing up the piano piece he was making and putting it back in his notebook.
picking up the pieces of clothing scattered on his bed, he hummed the tune of the latest piece he was working on.
"fuck, posso avere la mia stanza per un'estate. (fuck, can i just have my room for one summer)" he cursed under his breath, his thoughts and muttering interrupted when a loud honk was heard.
he immediately rush to the other side of the room, where he was going to stay, throwing all his clothes and dashing downstairs.
"welcome to italy, y/n!" mary said with a thick italian accent and a smile on her face.
the car door opened, revealing a girl carrying a basket full of fruits, a smile on her freckled face, and that blue polo shirt.
"it's a pleasure to meet you, mrs. wolfhard." she said, handing her the fruit basket, looking at the background as the sun kissed her skin.
then she looked. her dark brown eyes met with his.
"y/n, this is my son, finn. finn, this is y/n."
"hi" she said, waving at him.
he just kept his eyes on her.
"hi."
"mio dio finn, aiutami con i suoi bagagli! (my gosh finn help me with her luggage!)" eric, finn's father exclaimed.
"oh my, professor eric i can carry that-" her sentence was cut off when finn interrupted with "coming, dad!"
"y/n, would you like to head inside and refresh?" mary smiled, extending her arm out to y/n.
"sure, mrs. wolfhard."
"call me mary." mary said with a warm smile, making her smile.
as they walked inside the house, finn still eyed her, wearing that blue polo shirt.
isn't that a man's polo type-a shirt..?, he thought.
"è una bellezza davvero intelligente, la migliore della sua classe e una ragazza molto curiosa, (she's a real smart beaut, top of her class and a very curious girl.)" eric smiled, looking at finn.
"questo è figo. (that's cool.)"
"and she loves music, bach, liszt, beethoven, your likes? potrebbe piacerti. (you might like her.)" eric continued.
"dad.." finn groaned, grabbing a suitcase labelled 'clothes' as eric chuckled heartily, leaving to unpack the suitcase.
"also finn, can you show her around town? you guys can use your old bikes." eric turned around.
"...fine."
it's just one summer, what could go wrong?, he thought.
should i make this a book?
ps: i just watched cmbyn and i'm obsessed so here's a chapter
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𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞 // 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬
Fanfic"i love you finn.." "you're in a dream, you can't." thank you for reading this book! let's all show our support and love to finn, he deserves it. 🫶
