CHAPTER THREE: thinking
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Millie
Certain things; certain traditions never change.
It was always cold and breezy up here in the attic but, somehow that had a certain comfy aspect to it.
The floorboard creaked, I turned and smiled at a certain curly haired boys hair sticking up from the floor. "Millie?" The voice called out.
Ava laughed happily upon hearing Finn's voice, running excitedly to him as he stepped fully up. "Finnie! Finnie! Finnie!"
"Woahhhh! Calm down munchkin!" His voice was filled with love and playfulness at Ava and I smiled fondly at the pair. Her arms wrapped around Finn's legs as he proceeded to try and walk with her, taking exaggerated breathes as he complained how heavy she was.
If that wasn't a sight for sore eyes, I don't know what was.
After a few minutes of playing Ava settled down on the old couch; reading an old book.
"So how was your day Finn?" He sighs with a groan and I step closer, sitting next to him on one of the rustic wooden chairs. "Same as usual. Filled with strange looks but what else do I expect? I'm a weirdo."
"You're not a weirdo," I frown. "Different? Yes. But not a weirdo." I state confidently but he still doesn't meet my eyes, fingering the pages of an old book instead.
"You're so optimistic," he smiles softly but my frown deepens. "I have to be, I'm stuck here aren't I?"
"Do you ever... do you ever think about you know... it?" Finn stuttered as a blush rose to his freckled cheeks.
"I don't like to think about it a lot," I whisper looking away, my eyes flickering to Ava; she seemed to be in her very own little world. The conversation had seemed to take a dark turn and it made my whole being tingle.
"Are you ever gonna tell or talk to me about it?" He asks and flashes hit me abruptly.
They were quick and fast but he was there; he was always there. If I'm being honest I don't remember much. Just the man's face and the sky. It was a bit murky, like everything was a picture sitting under water or like when you had your eyes open in the pool.
All I saw was sky for forever.
I turned, our eyes locking as I shook my head. "We've talked about this Finn-"
"I know..." he cuts off seeming to deflate and it makes my heart stutter at his saddened look. "It's just that... we tell each other everything except for this. I just think, you know as your best friend-" Finn jokes playfully earning a chuckle out of me- "that it'd be good to talk about."
I sighed softly, turning away almost shameful as I averted the subject to something else quickly and, Finn let it go for now.
He was good like that.
Finn was always so good like that.
He had an old soul that I loved. After all he listens to Pink Floyd on vinyls which I heard aren't that in I guess anymore. How much cooler could he get?
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Fanfiction"Hi um... my name is Finn Wolfhard and I see dead people." Of course that in its self was insane but even more? How about the fact that my best friend was a ghost, of a girl who died in my house over thirty years ago. Even worse? I think I'm in love...
