A bit of info for this fanfic :), you are aged 17 and Finn 18 because I want them to be able to drive themselves around haha
A/N = author's note
Y/N = your name
Y/L/N = your last name
Y/N/N = your nickname
In this fanfic Finn has only just finished filming season 2 of ST and just finished IT so even though he is 18, the movies/series he's in is still based around current time :) sorry if that's confusing
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The sun beat down onto my shoulders as my shoes hit the concrete path one after the other in a stable rhythm that seemed to calm me from the previous anxiety that crowded my mind. End of year exams always got the best of me and with my anxiety, the attacks have been happening more frequently, I have been homeschooled for my whole life but for exams I have to go to a public high school to sit them and since I have social anxiety, it's always a struggle to get out of the house. The only thing I voluntarily do outside is to run because it calms my mind and my therapist thinks it's a good idea to 'practice' my awkwardness in social environments, which I think is a load of bullsh- I was snapped out of my thoughts as I ran straight into someone causing my feet to slip and before I knew it I was slumped on the footpath, I felt the familiar warmth creep onto my cheeks as I glanced wearily up at who ever I plowed straight into.
"hey you okay down there" a silvery male voice chuckled, My eyes met with a pair of soft brown orbs which stared right back at me. He had a tangle of black hair covering his head which bounced slightly as he laughed. The teens face was dusted with freckles and his jaw-line outlined his other features perfectly, this kid was gorgeous. "Y-yeah fine, sorry" I said with a taut undertone behind my voice "you don't need to apologise, I wasn't looking either" I felt my cheeks blushed harder "Hi I'm Finn" he introduced himself as he held out a hand to help me up "Hi - um Y/N" I answered shyly as I took his hand. As soon as his fingers latched onto mine an instant calmness swept through my body, making my heart beat slow, back to a normal pace "Hey I was just gonna get something to eat" Finn said pointing to a small cafe to our left "do you wanna maybe join me?" The lump instantly returned to its place in my throat and my palms grew clammy "I - um my mum wouldn't want me going off with a stranger" I stuttered, searching my brain for an excuse, I wasn't ready to sit in a room of people and I would definitely not feel comfortable enough to eat, I would probably just end up throwing all the food up 5 minutes after I ate it. "come on I'm not a stranger see" he let go of my hand and spread his arms wide "My name is Finn Wolfhard, I'm 18 years old, from Canada - Vancouver to be exact, I'm catholic and about 5"8 in height!" he finished in triumph "wow uhm" I giggled "I'm Y/N Y/L/N and I have to study for exams!" and with that I turned on my heel and started jogging in the opposite direction back to my house. "Wait! Y/N!" I heard him call from behind me I slowed down my jog giving him a chance to catch up to me "you seriously made me run for this?" He asked skidding to a stop next to me gasping for air "what do you want Wolfhard?" I raised an eyebrow and placed my hands on my hips "can I at least have your number so we can go to that cafe later?" "why not" I sighed causing him to smirk.
We exchanged numbers and with a short wave I ran off again leaving him standing on the footpath alone. I can't believe a cute guy just asked for my number I thought to myself before turning up the music on my headphones and drumming out the noise of life happening around me as I took off at a faster pace rounding the last corner and catching sight of my house in the distance.
"You look awfully happy" My Father chimed as I walked in the door "yeah um there was a cute dog just down the road yeah it was really fluffy" I smiled "mmkay" my dad chuckled rolling his eyes "we should get a dog" I exclaimed as I hopped up onto the kitchen counter and grabbed a spoon which had brownie mixture on it "too much work" he replied which was the same thing he said every time I asked for a dog "please I'll take care of it you don't have to do anything "no Y/N, now go study for that exam tomorrow!" I groan and dumped the spoon in the sink before shuffling towards the stairs "oh and your mums working late tonight so we can have pizza for dinner of you want" I grinned widely and ran up the stairs, using my new found motivation "thanks pop!" I called before shutting my door and flopping onto my bed.
