American Cliché - Finneas story

High school crush

Chapter Three: High school crush

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The first rays of morning light slipped through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Y/N’s living room. She and Finneas were still curled up together on the couch, laughter and soft words woven into the quiet moments of the night. But eventually, the reality of the day crept in, and with a sigh, Finneas glanced at his phone.

“I should probably get going,” he murmured, looking reluctant to even stand up. “But I don’t really want to leave…”

Y/N smiled, nudging his arm playfully. “Well, if you stay any longer, you might be kidnapped by my couch forever.”

“Hmm, could be worth it,” he chuckled, giving her a warm look. But with a sigh, he finally rose, slipping on his jacket and heading to the door. As he turned to face her one last time, he couldn’t help but reach out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Last night was… amazing,” he said softly, his eyes holding hers. “Text me?”

“Definitely,” she replied, her cheeks warm, knowing she’d barely be able to wait five minutes before messaging him.

They shared one last, lingering kiss, and then he was gone, leaving Y/N standing in the doorway with her heart fluttering.

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The rest of the day was a whirlwind of messages. Every few minutes, Y/N’s phone buzzed, and she’d smile every time she saw Finneas’s name pop up. They traded jokes, funny photos, random memories, and sweet little notes, each text deepening the connection they’d both felt last night.

Meanwhile, across town, Billie couldn’t help but notice the change in her brother. Finneas had been glued to his phone all day, chuckling quietly to himself, his face lighting up with each message he received.

At first, Billie thought maybe he’d stumbled on some funny meme, but as the day went on and he seemed utterly lost in his phone, she grew curious. She finally nudged him on the shoulder as they sat in the studio together.

“Alright, spill,” she said, crossing her arms with a knowing smirk. “Who’s got you smiling like a high school crush?”

Finneas looked up, caught off guard, his cheeks flushing slightly. “It’s, um… it’s this girl, Y/N,” he admitted, a soft smile pulling at his lips.

Billie raised her eyebrows, intrigued. “Ohh, Y/N, huh? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this into anyone.”

He laughed, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back, unable to hide the grin spreading across his face. “She’s… amazing, Bill. I mean, she’s funny, and kind, and smart, and she just… she gets me, you know? Like, really gets me. I don’t know how I went this long without her.”

Billie’s expression softened as she listened to him talk, surprised by how sweet and genuine he sounded. “She sounds great, Finneas,” she said, nudging him playfully. “I’m happy for you. You’re acting like a lovesick teenager.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, a little laugh escaping him. “I guess I am. But she’s worth it.”

The two of them sat there, Billie smiling knowingly at her brother, watching as he glanced down at his phone again, lost in whatever Y/N had texted him. In that moment, Billie knew that whoever Y/N was, she’d become something special to him—and she’d never seen him happier.