imagines - finn wolfhard

that freckled boy: part ii

you might wanna go read part one again to make sense of this lol

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Ariella arrived at the restaurant starving, she hadn't realized how hungry she was till her nose had been hit with the aroma of fresh pancakes and coffee. Mhmm, heaven. Kate made reservations then she'd let Ari finish her food then she'd do as she'd please. The truth was that Kate was finalizing her divorce papers with her almost now ex-husband , James.

But all Ariella needed to know was that Kate was now happy with her girlfriend, Emily.

Anyways, 30 minutes into the meal some people in the restaurant had noticed the young star. Some started murmuring and pointing towards her way, and Ariella could sense unrestful eyes on her. About another 10 minutes later the flash of a camera blinded her from stuffing a pancake. Ariella casually laughed.

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❛Excuse me?❜ I heard a puberty stricken voice, and looked up. A girl with bleached blonde hair shifted her weight from one foot to another. She held her phone in one hand while looking impatient upon just standing there.

❛Can we take a photo?❜ I tilted my head at her and told myself to be nice and that she's a fan. I put on my best smile and spit out a sickly sweet ❛Sure.❜ Couldn't she have waited till I was done eating?

Kate rolled her eyes at my fake ethuasism, only she knew my actual emotions, I don't even know how though.

Kate and I were by the window so we faced towards the window for "good lighting". For a split second before she took the picture, I saw a boy on a skateboard with a beanie on. His lips, was the first thing I noticed, gently parted, breathing in 'n out. Shit can I follow him? Like literally chase him down?

His eyes were a hickory as rich as the earth's soil; stained with the colour of hot chocolate on a cold, winter night that wraps around you like a blanket; engulfs you in its warmth and makes you feel at home. Those deep pools of dark-cinnamon swirls seized the depth and heaviness of one thousand untold stories, which imprisoned the sweetness of saccharine chocolate and the bitterness of strong coffee. They consisted of raw emotion and if you observe closely, they will reveal to you the exact thought that crosses the marvels of his ominous mind.

Damn when did I become so poetic?

As she took the photo I was still looking at that boy and when she said thank you I was still looking out the window....

word count: 436 words

authors note: thanks to nicole im finally writing ( and completing) all of my imagines that didnt have an ending,,, part 3 of this and part 4 of jealousy will be up!!!