Finn's pov:
What's it called when you have an itch you can't scratch? Because that's what she is to me. I can't have her, but she never seems to go away. It's like that one song that came out in 2012, "I say I'm done but than you pull me back. Right now you're giving me a heart attack." Ahh the early 2000's when everything was to say the least, simpler. Anyways, this girl, wow is all I have to say. Looking at her just takes my breathe away, pheww someone call the ambulance because I'm going into cardiac arrest. You know what's funny? Knowing you're not compatible for someone, knowing you have different wants and dreams but still having trouble picturing a life without them. She's hypnotizing, with that vibrant, fiery hair, and those crystal blue eyes. I love when she smiles, those dimples are enough to make me melt. Don't even get me started with those freckles. How can something me so perfectly placed like that? God must've spent a long ass time making this perfect piece of fucking art. Picasso couldn't compare. Anyways, the problem here is first off, she's mad in love with her best friend, and second off, I've been rejected before so what's the point in shooting my shot? It's really not going to work. Did I mention she's so cuddly? That was weird.. sorry. Though she's great, she's not very good at taking hints. My best friend, Jack, told me she's really loves her ex still. But it's my fault for even imagining the thought of her snuggled, sleeping soundlessly on my chest. Anyways, it's getting late. I should get some sleep. I get to wake up and see my friends and her tomorrow. That's good. Cya later.
-By : Frog face
Shutting the journal, Finn slips off his shirt, tossing it onto the wooden floor below him, and swinging his feet onto his bed. Lazily, he pulls up his comforter and fluffs his pillow, his head following. Forgetting to shut the blinds, he exasperatedly sits up, struggling to reach over to the curtains.
"I don't give a fuck."
He says blankly, laying back down and rolling to his side. Immediately, his hazel eyes flutter shut, and he dozed into a deep sleep.
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♡ • she ♡• || finn x sadie (fadie) ||
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