hide and seek // finn wolfhard

3/3

"who are you calling?" i asked sadie as she now held up her phone to her ear. "well, you cant have a girls night without girls." she informed me, as if that were that was most obvious statement in the world.

"what? no, no, no. we cant have people come in here. theyll get killed by the time they reach the gate." i explained to the red-headed girl. "calm your tits, blondie. they're not coming in here. we're going out there." she told me, a smirk being added for special effects.

"but-" "god, you sure do ask a lot of questions. how about you stop asking and start going with the flow, yeah?" she asked me, a ginger eyebrow rising in the process. 

i decided against asking any more questions, seeing as though sadie seems to have this thing in the bag. so, i sat there patiently, waiting as sadie proceeded to explain our plans for "girls night" tonight and where to meet and pick us up at. 

after a while, i started to get bored. so, i left sadie alone to discuss whatever she had to with the girls on the other side of the phone. 

my pale, bare feet tapped lightly against each and every tiled stair on the large staircase. once i reached the top, i then began guiding myself down the long hallway, up until i reached my room. 

i pushed open the previously-cracked door then, letting myself into the enormous bedroom. the bright lighting peaking through the thin curtains, immediately gave the illusion of a bigger and brighter room. 

i released a relaxed sigh as i walked around the corner to the wide, brown, dresser that held all of my normal clothing. 

what does one wear to a...girls night? eh. 

i originally started to bombard my already psychotic head with even more psychotic thoughts, thinking of the ultimate worst things that could become of tonight. but, then, i started to think of the positives. i could finally drink. i could finally take pictures with my girlfriends. i could actually have time...maybe even the best night of my life. 

but, best of all of the possibilities...ill be released willingly from this nut house. with every day i spend in this house, i can literally feel myself morphing into...a psychopath. instead of thinking of flowers, my favorite song, or spending the rest of my life, happily, to bring  me joy, i just think of the reoccurring scene of me murdering tens of thousands of people just to rescue finn from the juvenile detention facility. 

maybe, just  maybe...i am crazy. and thats oka-

"oh, thats a cute shirt!" the sudden sound of sadie high-pitch squeal, immediately snapped me out of my thoughts. she had just entered my room, not even taking a single moment to notice its beauty or size for that matter. but, for my clothing. 

"oh, erm, thanks. you can have it if you want." i offered, kindly, which not only stuck my attention but, sadie's. her emerald green eyes widened to their full capacity as she stared me deep in my eyes, in disbelief. 

"wait, are you serious? i can have it?" she asked, shock and surprise now joining the mix of her pitchy toned voice. i shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head, confirming her questions. "sure. finn'll just buy me another anyways." i explained to her, causing her to suddenly embrace me into a tight squeeze, then taking it upon herself to rock us side to side in excitement. 

"oh, thank you, thank you, thank you." she told me, repeatedly as her sharp chin pierced my shoulder. then, she pulled away, now wearing and identically shocked expression. followed by the shocked expression, was a gasp. 

"can i pick out your outfit?" she asked me, holding nothing but pure hope in her voice. i was hesitant at first but, decided against thinking too much about allowing a ginger dressing me for a night out. 

...

"millie." the brunette, who currently held the same cancer stick that jack did, introduced herself. her once wide eyes, now sat low, due to the intoxicating side-effect the alcohol had on her appearance. "eleanor." i introduced myself, offering a warm smile, which i did not get in return. 

i then turned to the ginger that sat next to millie. she had large blue eyes, almost crystal. "sophia." she told me, removing the cigarette from millie's mouth and placing it into hers, now lighting the deadly twig. 

"eleanor." i re introduced myself, knowing she had already heard me state it. "alright, girls. norah here, has never lived. she is a walking square. so, tonight, we are going to show here how to have a good time and let lose for once, alright?" sadie asked. 

"hell yeah!" "fuck yeah!"

later on that night...

"okay, okay, okay, so, listen. are our fingers just hand-legs or are our legs just big 'ol body fingers for our torso?" i asked, finding it hard to prevent my words from coming out in blobs. 

four hours, ten shots o f whiskey, and two subway sandwiches later, and here i am. drunk off my ass, just as id hoped to be. 

now, to be completely honest, i had zero intentions of getting drunk tonight or even having to enter a bar whatsoever. but, peer pressure is a whore, and always finds a way to fuck me over. 

so, unfortunately, we are now forced to walk the streets of, wherever the hell this place is, because we got crazy, the owner of the bar refused to shelter us any longer. i believe that i, for one, drank the most out of all of the girls. 

they did though, warn me that for a rookie like me, i should stop at three shots. but, me, being the show-off, just had to keep going. now, intoxicated or not, i was still well-aware of the fact that i, will indeed be experiencing the worst hang-over known to man tomorrow-this morning. 

besides that, here, four drunk minors, stumble down the dark streets or some beat-up city, laughing our asses off at legitimately nothing at all. 

the last thing i remember was the unusual sound of a vehicle making a sudden stop right beside us then, everything from then on, was blank.