This chapter is a representation of a goal on my bucket lists y'all
•3rd POV•
"Jaaack," finn whined, carrying out the 'a' longer than necessary, thought to finn this situation was a complete emergency.
"What do you need?" Jack yelled back to Finn from his room in their college dorm at 'oxford', in a rather annoyed tone.
The two boys had been best friends since they where young, they'd met in middle school. Which somehow happened quite surprisingly, because Finn was on the school's football team, when jack was considered the class weirdo.
How? Well that's for your imagination to decide, let the inner cliché out.
"I'm hungry," Finn sounded quite like a child, gripping his pale, and cold fingers around the fridges' handle in the kitchen, leaning on the counter behind him.
"It's late, go to bed, dogsoft!" Jack shifted in his bed sheets, turning over and nuzzling his face against his pillow tiredly.
"But I'm starving." Finn's eyes rolled back in his head, looking around in the fridge's shelves once more before closing the white coated doors with scattered pictures on them, and stepping to the side to open the wooden brown cupboards.
"Isn't there some noodles left?" Jack's voice was husky, as he huffed out of bed, making his way to the kitchen.
Finn then searched the bottom shelf, where the ramen was usually kept. But, the space was empty, not a bowl in sight. "There's none left!" He groaned, turning to look at jack.
Jack stood there in green plaid boxers, paired with a white T and messy, brown hair. His face was slightly pale, with light grey bags lining the maroon eyes, yet the cute little freckles that dotted his face stood out tremendously beautiful. Finn paused for a short moment, his mouth opening and then closing.
"Oh," Jack mumbled, "I forgot. I ate the last cup." He snickered at his own gullibility.
Finn's heart fluttered lightly, frowning at the rather short boy. "Seriously?" Finn looked over at jack once more, trying not to stare.
You see, Finn was gay, ("gayer than a box of crayons." -sam, if you get that I love you) but Jack didn't have to know that, because he was the boy who helped him come to terms with his sexuality.
"Well, we're just going to have to go get more, aren't we?" A grin spread across Finn's face until he resembled the famous frog emoji he was often teased about.
Jack froze, "it's 1 AM!" his voice pitched it's high, as to prove a point.
"and?" Finn walked over to the other boy, arms folded across his chest, his body towering over jack's.
Jack felt his heart pick up its' pace each step Finn took closer. "W-we have our finals, in like two days, and I'm tired." Jack attempted to put up many excuses to avoid leaving the comfortable dorm.
"Screw finals, I'm going to get my noodles, grazer." Finn patted jack's head as he walked past him, grabbing a navy zip-up sweater.
Jack was astounded. "You're not going to Walmart like that? In your Pajamas', at one in the morning, are you?" He trotted behind finn as the taller boy looked down at his appearance. He was wearing long read plaid pajama pants and a grey tank top, with now a navy hoodie that had white strings attached to the wide hood.
