Timing Fate-Fillie

Just a Headache

Yay! New chapter! I've been wanting to write but motivation has left me. I wanted to do something before Friday, and cut me some slack if it's bad. I'm really stressed because I have surgery tomorrow.

Anyways, I hope it isn't too bad. Enjoy!

(Quick A/N: it's the morning of the day Millie and Noah went out to dinner with Winona and Sadie, and XXX=time skip or setting change.)

Finn stared at his ceiling from his spot on the bed, contemplating if he should actually move or not. He usually didn't wake up early, and this morning it had been five-thirty AM early, but he couldn't help but feel something was off, like there was a threat looming closer or something bad would happen.

He pegged it off as excitement for the night that was to come. Caleb and Gaten were supposed to come over and hang out at his house, and spend the night there.

He was enthralled by the idea of seeing them. He hadn't seen them for almost a year due to them both having to move schools as a new chapter of their lives began.

Their schedules finally aligned and he could finally, finally see them again.

He glanced over at his alarm clock. Red numbers stared back at him, reading six twenty-three.

With a groan, Finn forced himself to get up from his bed. Out of pure habit, he glanced down at his tattoo. Of course, seventy-two years was still scribbled out across his wrist.

He smiled, but the question of when he'd find his soulmate was still hanging in his mind, like it had been branded curiosity from day one.

Finn walked down the stairs and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He had chores and schoolwork to do that day-the only way he could get his mother to agree to his friends spending the night.

With a quiet huff, he lifted his book bag onto the table and took out his textbooks.

Finn sat down at the table, taking a pencil from his bag and absentmindedly chewing on the end of it as he stared down his first math problem.

It was going to be a long day.

XXX

Finn had worked hours straight to finish his schoolwork and chores, with a quick pause to eat breakfast in between.

It was already noon by the time his mother shuffled into the room, rubbing her tired eyes as she adjusted to the bright lights of the house.

Finn was laid back on the couch, watching tv. He turned to his mother and decided to speak up.

"I finished all my schoolwork." Finn said, before he turned back around to focus on the tv.

"Great." His mother smiled. "Now all you have left is the chores."

Finn turned back around, a smug smirk on his face.

"Finished." He said, turning back around.

"No way, really?" His mother asked, seeming genuinely shocked, by Finn could hear the smile as she spoke. "Finn Wolfhard, the Finn Wolfhard, actually did his chores?"

"Yep." Finn replied, not turning back to face her.

"Anyways, the guys texted me and said that they should be here around five." Finn said, with a gentle sigh.

"What is it?" His mother asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"I can't shake this feeling that something bad is going to happen." Finn said.