Bitchin' (Finn Wolfhard x Reader)

three

This chapters song: Dreams by NF

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I tap the dash as Wyatt plays his music. It's a calm song. Something nice that you don't have to pay attention to. I look over at him. The sun is going down and he swallows a large gulp of Red Bull. He chatters his teeth and shudders. 

"I can drive if you want me to." I say tilting my head at him. 

"Maybe later." Wyatt speaks quietly. "Can you light me a cigarette? Please?"

"Yeah." I dig in the glove box and pull out a box. A lighter falls out as well. 

"Wyatt, you had a lighter in here the whole time." I giggle.

"Shit my bad." He smiles as I put the cancer in his mouth and flick the lighter open, lighting his square up.

He inhales and rolls the window down a bit. He pulls the cigarette away from his lips and allows the smoke to flow from his mouth.

"Thanks babe." He stops and purses his lips. "Sorry."

"It's fine." I whisper. My throat tightens. 

It's silent for a while before Wyatt opens his mouth to speak. 

"What happened to us?" 

I look out the window. 

"Wyatt I-" I pause. "Wyatt things changed when you left." 

He furrows his brow and grips the wheel tighter. 

"I didn't want to leave." Wyatt seethes. "You know that best of all."

"I know but you did anyway."  I sigh.

"I know but I'm back! Why is it different now?"

"Wyatt... You know what you did." I curl up and try not to cry.

"I didn't want to. She forced herself on me, I was drunk."

"Yeah, you were drunk." The tears fall anyway. 

"(Y/n)... I still love you." Wyatt whispers.

"Sure." I sniffle.

It's quiet for the rest of the ride. 

~~~~~TIME~~~~SKIP~~~~~

I wake up with tear stains on my face. The van is stopped. I sit up and feel a blanket slip off of me. It's dark out but florescent lights illuminate the outline of Wyatt who's leaned against the side of the van. I see his brown curly hair pressed against the window. He lets smoke from his mouth. I unbuckle my belt and open the door. I walk around the front of the van. 

"Hey." I whisper, crossing my arms and hunching over a bit leaning against the hood.

"Hey sleepyhead." Wyatt attempts to lighten the mood. 

I humor him a light laugh, before it's quiet again. My breath comes out in white puffs and I shudder. Wyatt turns around and opens the door. He pulls out his sweater and throws it at me. I catch it and wrap myself in it. I whisper a quiet 'thanks' before we hear the one of the van doors open. 

"Hey guys." Jaeden comes out of the van. "Supply run?"

Wyatt nods and points at the gas can he's filling up. He hands me a twenty.

"Go get some cigarettes and if you have any extra a large caffeinated soda. Not Pepsi though. Makes me sick." Wyatt breaths out more smoke. 

"Okay, Jaeden will you come with me?"

Jaeden nods at me and we walk up to the building. He holds the door open. 

"Are we in Minnesota yet?" I ask him. 

"Yeah we got here like an hour ago." 

"Shit how long was I out?"

Jaeden laughs. 

"Awhile. You were talking in your sleep." 

I blush. 

"What did I say?" I speak with hesitation. 

"Chill it was mostly about Spider-Man."

I laugh. 

"Yeah I had a weird dream with Spider-Man in it."

It was quiet while Jaeden filled up a large Coke. He looks tense as he picks up the full cup. Near the lids there's a missing child poster. I put a hand on his shoulder. He brushed it off. 

"I'm sorry Jaeden." I whisper. "Everything is really hard right now."

"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. Jackson is dead and it's my fault.'

"It's not your fault." I speak quietly. "He left and wasn't found."

"Don't talk about it."

"Okay." 

Jaeden pushes the soda into my arms and storms out of the gas station. I furrow my brows and walk up to the counter. 

"A pack of camels please." I slide the twenty across the counter and place the soda on there as well. 

The cashier handed me the pack and my change. I whispered a thanks and left.

I hand Wyatt his soda and pack.

"Hey, you guys okay? Jaeden came out looking mad."

I let out a sigh.

"I tried to comfort him about his brother but he was mad about it and kept blaming himself. I tried to tell him otherwise but he won't listen."

"It's okay. Jaeden's stubborn but he'll come to terms with it eventually."

"I hope so." I pass Wyatt and get into the back. 

Jaeden takes my spot in the front. Wyatt puts the gas can in the trunk of the van and gets behind the wheel. He pushes the key into the ignition and the van roars to life. Wyatt pulls out of the gas station and we head back onto the road.

It's still quiet.