It - Stranger Things Oneshots

bomber jacket ❃ foah ⇽

foah ⇽
noah schnapp's pov

Like always, I was home sick. I was so tired, and I was actually sick. I wasn't home, so I was homesick and sick. If that makes sense.

I didn't expect anyone at 8:00pm at night in a quiet hotel to knock on my door while I was alone. Of course, I muted the television show I was watching and tore the sheets off and hobbled to the door.

I open it slowly to see my friend Finn.

Here's a little bit about Finn. He's around four inches taller than me, with shaggy but curly long blackish hair. He has brown eyes and the cutest cheekbones- basically every facial feature is cute. He had spicy clothing style. So today, attractively he pulled off the simple tan jeans and a black jacket.

On his right arm slung an olive green bomber jacket.

I wondered to myself...

"Yes, before you ask, yes this is your bomber, yes I've had it for a year, and yes I am here to return it," he said, answering every question I had before I could even open my mouth.

"O-oh..." I said softly, reaching my arm out to grab it, but interrupting myself to lean my head into the same arm and sneeze.

I sniffled softly and my eyes fell in a droopy manner. I watched him from my eyelashes and he backed up.

"Ok, there is no way I'm leaving you like this... Is your dad home? Are you alone?" He questioned me, as if I was a lost child at Disneyland.

"No, he's probably out shopping or *sniffle* something."

"Oh, well do you want to go to my room?" I shared a gaze with him, but I didn't want to get anyone else in his room sick.

"No thanks, I'll keep my sickness in my room. Y-you can stay here... I mean, only if y-you want..." I trailed off many times, hoping he would accept my offer.

He smiled, with a soft and kind heart. I could see his eyes glance up from his shoes to my eyes. I had to slightly tilt his head up to look into my eyes, while he had to slightly look down.

We were awfully close, because when he looked down, we both shuffled our feet closer without intention to do so. When I looked up to him, again, I almost hit my head against his because we were that close. I could almost feel his warmth. I was freezing.

I noticed I was only in boxers and a tank top. I stepped back, letting him step into my room.

Our hotel room was not messy at all, it looked like we just packed, except for my bedside with my charger and headphones and unmade bed. "Want to watch T.V.?" He suggested, nodding towards the T.V.

"Um... sure..." It was now that he noticed my attire. "I'm gonna get some pyjama pants on."

I looked into his eyes and he sat on the bed. He did not drag his eyes away. I pulled out plaid pyjama pants and stepped my right foot into the right leg sleeve.

I noticed Finn's eyes travel down. I chuckled and felt a kick of confidence. "Finn, eyes up here," I laughed again, using my left hand to point to my dark eyes.

He shared a third gaze for only a second before looking back down again.

❃

"Oh... Um... Right," I nervously stuttered, digging my nails into the back of my neck to pretend like I was itching it.

Just seconds before he reminded me we only had one king sized bed.

Nervously, I peeled my side of the bed's covers up and slipped in. Finn did the same, slower and after me.

I shivered, and Finn scotted a little closer. I felt myself watch his body draw closer to mine. A space was still in between us and I had a burning desire to close it.

"Why would you have a king sized bed if you're not going to use the softest part-" he started, pausing, "-the middle!"

Finn scooted only so far that he was in the middle, but not directly.

"What do I have? Cooties?" He asked, sassily.

"No, I just... I'm sick," I replied, as my excuse for the awkward friend-zoneish space that remained.

I only had about 9 inches before I could close that gap.

"Not that I care. Then we could be sick together." And with that, I closed the gap.

Finn shifted so our bodies touched, and he took his right arm and slung it behind my neck so it rested on my shoulder.

I looked up to my left, seeing his dark eyes watching me from the corner of his eyes.

I reached over and unmuted the show, and began to lean my head onto his shoulder.

❃

I woke up to have my head completely resting on his chest, our bodies glued together. Our feet lay tangled and my arms were loosely wrapped around his stomach. His hands held onto my waist somewhat tightly.

I lifted my head from his chest, which rose up and down with deep breaths. His abs flexed when he inhaled. I took and index finger with his arms still around me and traced his six pack.

As if on cue, his eyes fluttered open to reveal a tired and adorable Finn.

"You can keep the jacket," I said, smiling to myself.