American Cliché - Finneas story

Movie night

Chapter Eleven: Movie Night

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As the conversation began to lull into comfortable silence, Billie suddenly perked up, clapping her hands together. “Alright, how about a movie?” she suggested, her eyes sparkling.

Y/N glanced up at Finneas, smiling. “That sounds perfect. You can pick, Finneas.”

Finneas grinned, glancing between the two. “Oh, I get to choose? Dangerous.”

“Just pick something good,” Billie teased, elbowing him as she pulled up a streaming app.

Eventually, he chose a classic comedy, something lighthearted and easy to watch. They settled in on the couch, with Y/N instinctively snuggling close to Finneas, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. Y/N felt herself relax even more, leaning into his warmth and letting herself enjoy the moment.

But just as the movie started, Finneas’s phone buzzed with a notification. He glanced down at it briefly, ignoring it, but moments later it buzzed again. And again. Y/N could sense his tension and hesitation as he quickly silenced his phone, his fingers fidgeting slightly.

She looked up at him with a soft smile, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze. “You can answer it, you know. I don’t mind.”

Finneas hesitated, glancing down at her, but the gentle encouragement in her eyes made him smile. “Alright, just one minute. I’ll be right back.”

He stood up and slipped out of the room, leaving Billie and Y/N alone. Billie watched him go, then turned her attention to Y/N with an intrigued smile. “So, Y/N… what’s it like hanging out with Mr. Hollywood?”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Honestly, he doesn’t feel like ‘Mr. Hollywood’ at all. He’s just… Finneas, you know? He’s so down-to-earth, and he never acts like he’s famous.”

Billie grinned, clearly pleased with her answer. “Yeah, that’s my brother for you. But you know, he doesn’t usually bring people home… it takes a lot for him to open up. So, you’re kind of special.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she smiled, looking down. “He’s… he’s really special to me too. I never expected to meet someone like him, someone who just gets it. And he’s so thoughtful and kind… I don’t know, it just feels right.”

Billie studied her for a moment, her gaze warm and approving. “I can see that. And it’s obvious you’re here for him, not his fame. He needs someone like you in his life.”

They shared a soft smile, and for a moment, Billie felt a wave of relief. She could tell Y/N was genuine, and seeing how happy her brother was—how he looked at Y/N with such open affection—meant everything to her.

Just then, Finneas re-entered the room, looking slightly apologetic but relieved as he slipped back onto the couch beside Y/N. She leaned into him, their fingers intertwining naturally, and he gave her hand a light squeeze. As the movie played on, they fell into a comfortable silence, with Billie watching them out of the corner of her eye, knowing without a doubt that she’d just met someone who truly cared for her brother in the way he deserved.