IT - Cast Preferences

35 - Finn || PONY TAIL

"Finn, get the fuck out," I laughed. Finn had just jumped into the shopping cart and I was struggling to push him up the slight incline there was to reach the front door of the store.

"Nah," he smiled mischievously, brushing his unconquerable curls out of his face, so he didn't look like a sheep dog. I grinned at him, and pulled my hair out of a tight ponytail. I threw his long hair in a Pony tail, quickly, it was up before he could even react.

"Hey!" He looked at me with a glare. I shrugged and pushed the cart, managing to get us into the store.

"Don't you dare take it out." I said, breathing out, as pushing a cart on the smooth, flat tile was easier than what I was working with before.

"Okay, what do we need?" I asked him, as he had the messily written shopping list in his clutched hand.

"Uh..." He said, his voice trailed off as he read down the list. "I think the butter is closest. So I guess start there?" He asked with a questioning voice and a cocked eyebrow.

I smiled, nodded, and tightened his ponytail before heading to isle 3. Where the butter is, I've memorized the whole layout of this store to be honest.

When we reached the isle, I grabbed the butter and threw it on him. Causing him to groan-laugh.

"What's next?" I asked, a little too loudly.

"Uh..." He said, his voice trailing off just like it had before. "How 'bout the strawberries?"

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Almost an hour later, we were in the parking lot. Loading groceries into the trunk. He helped, I sort of watched him. His face containing so much focus for the simple task of putting bags into a car.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer." He said sarcastically, noticing my staring. I used to blush, but now it happens so much because I'm such a creep that it doesn't even affect me anymore.

"Nah. I like the live version." I smiled. And he chucked. He reached his hand in his hair and pulled the hair tie out from his hair.

"Hey!" I said with a glare, causing him to smirk. Then I did as well. I had an idea.

"Get in the cart. Let's put it away." I said, he jumped into cart with as much excitement as a young child jumping into the pool on a hot day.

I took this opportunity to push him as hard as I physically could. Causing him to glide across the nearly empty parking lot, as if ice skating on a frozen lake, and him hitting a curb and toppling out the cart. Landing in the dirt. I threw a hand over my mouth, trying to stop the inevitable giggle.

"Ow!" He yelled loudly, traces of a small laugh woven within it.

"I'm so sorry!" I lied, walking over to him and giving him a hand so he could get up. He grabbed it and pulled me down so I landed on top of him.

I chuckled, "I guess I deserve it." I said, pecking him gently, just left of his pout.

"You do," he smiled, "and you missed."

"What?" I asked, slightly dumbfounded. What do you mean I missed.

He sat us both up and kissed me softly, pressing his smooth lips on my chapped ones.

"You missed... love you," He grinned.

"I love you too." I smiled, throwing my hands back into his locks. Returning them to the hair style I for some reason couldn't get enough of.

"Keep it like this. It works."