beloved ࿎ finn w

sixteen

episode seven and eight were taking longer to film, but i wasn't worried. the climax was approaching and the tension was building.

charlotte wasn't in episode eight as much as the other episodes. this was when the kids were working out a plan to get to papa. charlotte was, offscreen, using her powers to defeat demorgorgons. that task was quite easy to film, the flips and acting was simple.

however, episode nine was the most climactic epsiode. charlotte, kali, and el had to defeat the shadow monster. i had to do a lot of back handsprings and fight with steve's bat. my mom helped out by signing me up for tumbling classes. they helped me stay flexible and even teach me new skills.

while finn was getting his hair styled, i waited on the couch for him. he texted me a picture of his face, and i smiled. he did make me happy. finn got up from his chair and sat next to me, grabbing my hand.

"hey, babe," he smirked. i rolled my eyes.

"i don't like that nickname."

"i know," he smiled.

"i'm just going to start calling you babe now, i know you hate it, too," i grinned.

"damn you."

i watched my friends turn their characters into real people, one of the things that still intrigued me. my friends were so talented. we all planned to go over sadie's house to binge the end of the f***ing world.

the cast made fun of finn and i, emily and gaten, and noah and millie. the duffer's joked that they were matchmakers.

too bad it's charlotte and will.

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"i think james is cute with short hair," sadie spoke up. finn's arm moved from behind my head to my hand. a flash went off and millie giggled.

"we should probably tell them about our plan," caleb said.

"what plan?" finn asked, disturbed that they had a plan.

"frog's asshole rips internally apart," noah spoke quickly, as if the saying become normal.

"that's from the cult!" i realized.

"you're dumb for not looking into the name," gaten laughed.

"if i looked into the name, we would've been scarred for life," finn raised an eyebrow.

"jesus h. christ on a horse," i said.

"is that from american horror story?" finn asked me.

"hell yeah!" emily joined in. "i love that show! evan peters can hit me up any time!"

"my dad!" i added. "don't even say any joke finn." finn chuckled.

"okay, just think of the first letters of that saying," millie told us.

"jesus h. christ?" i asked, confused.

"no! you dumb idiot! frog's asshole rips internally apart!" noah rolled his eyes. sassy.

"Frog's Asshole Rips Interally Apart," finn thought out loud.