Mid Way Through

Chapter Four

On the drive to the arcade to meet up with Lana and Jack, Finn put in a Mac DeMarco disc. "I did a cover on My Kind Of Woman when I was 15," said Finn. 

I nodded, "I remember. It was a huge hit everywhere. That was when i first heard about you guys. I was a freshman at the time."

"Crazy how time fly's right," Finn asks. I nod in response and he continues, "I can't believe it's been almost four years."

My eyebrows raise, "Whoa, really?"

"Yeah, i'll be turning 19 in December so that'll be about Four years."

We sat there in silence and enjoyed the song for a moment. It wasn't awkward though. We both were able to listen to the song in peace while he drove. when the next song went on to play i asked, "Does being in a band or being famous exhaust you?"

He takes a moment to respond, "Not being in the band. They're really cool and I've known them all for a majority of my lifetime so i see them as family. But being famous, has always been exhausting. Especially since I was already well known when i was a kid for acting. But for my musical career, it's not bad for me. I love music a lot. Not saying that the tours, interviews, paparazzi, and talk on social media isn't exhausting but..Let's just say that I see light shining through all of the darkness that comes with being a celebrity." When he's talking, i fully understand what he means. "It must've taken a toll on you since you started so young," I said. 

"You could say that, yeah," he rubbed his hands through his black curls. 

"What do you want to do after the show," I asked.

"I'll probably be hungry again, so we'll go and eat."

"With the band too?"

He smirked and looked at me, "If you want to. But we can go somewhere else to eat if you want." I didn't want to just say that i wanted to eat alone with him. I honestly didn't mind eating with everyone. But I do know that Lana and Jack was going to do something else after the show, and Haida was going to go meet up with a friend afterwards too. I'm not exactly sure what Ayla, Malcolm, and Eric were gonna do but i didn't feel the need to eat with them too. 

"I don't know yet," i say. That was the only way i knew how to respond without seeming clingy or uninterested. But he didn't seem to mind, "We can do whatever you want to do. Just tell me what it is later, okay?" i nod in response.

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The show was amazing. Finn looked even hotter on stage. His voice was raspy but sweet at the same time. I found myself singing when he sang almost each time he opened his mouth. When they finished and came back stage, he looked so happy. "How was it," he asked.

"You did amazing," i said and gave him a hug. He hugged me back tight in excitement. Haida, Malcolm, and Ayla starred at us and giggled. Finn turned to them with one arm wrapped around my waist, "What?" They pointed at his arm and we looked at each other. We realized and i moved a foot away while he swiftly removed his arm and cleared his throat. Everyone laughed at our flushed faces. "Haha, very funny," said Finn. Calpurnia's manager interrupted, "Good job guys. Make sure you pack up before you head out."

"I'll wait for you at the exit," I told Finn. 

He smiled and nodded, "Okay. I won't be long." He went back on the stage. Lana tapped me on the shoulder, "So where are you guys going hm?" She crossed her arms and talked to me as if she was a concerned mom. I rolled my eyes, "We're just going to get some food since you guys are splitting up. Where are you and jack going, hm?" I imitated her. She shrugged and turned around, "No where. Just tell Lionel i'll be back before the interview okay!? See ya!" She waved and walked off. I noticed Eric helping Ayla and i didn't see Haida in sight. I decided to head to the exit at the back of venue. I stood there for about three minutes until Finn appeared, "Ready to go?" He swung his guitar over his shoulder. I nodded and we headed to his car.

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We pulled up to what seemed like a bookstore. At first I was confused but i didn't say anything. I followed Finn into the store after he got his Guitar out of the trunk. He seemed to have more energy than i would've thought. We went down some stairs and into a studio. I kind of guessed what was going on. When he turned on the lights I sat down in one of the chairs, "Your voice has no limits does it Mr. Wolfhard." 

He shook his head, "Would be no fun if it did." I smiled. He quickly turned on the mic and plugged his acoustic guitar into a speaker. When he was ready, he started to play. He started to sing something that almost didn't sound familiar but I remembered. It was one of the songs he played for me on disc in the music store. It was sweet, and soft. When he sung it, his voice didn't sound as raspy as it did in his other songs. It was mellow, calm, and bridled. He sounded passionate. When he started to sing specific verses, i hummed it at first, but i ended up singing it. It was such a hypnotizing song. It called for you to sing. When i realized he was done, i opened my eyes. When i did, the first thing i saw was him. We starred at each other for a moment and smiled. 

"Your memory is good," Finn said.

"Not by the slightest," I said. He laughed. "That was beautiful," I said. 

"Thank you," He rested his Guitar on a stand and came to sit in a seat next to me. "Your voice sounded completely different," I said. 

He shrugged, "I change it up depending on the feel." He opened the cooler sitting under the desk and took out two bottles of water. "Want one," he asked. I nod and he hands it to me. I take it, "Thank you." Before i drink from mine, i sit and watch him drink from his. 

"So you think we would be good to sing together," I ask. He looks at me for a second and i stare back at him. He looks at me as if he is trying to talk to me with his eyes. "Does it bother you," he asks in a soft tone. 

"No, but.." I pause, "My voice can't be that good for you to want to-"

"It doesn't have to be the best voice to everyone else, it's the best to me. It matches..I think we would match," He interrupts. 

I stare at my bottle and whisper to myself, "We match.." I trace my finger over the cap of the bottle, "Do we match only in that way," I ask in the same volume almost as if i was asking myself the question. From the corner of my eye i could see his pale large hand move my hair out of my face and cuff my cheek in his hand so that i would be forced to look at him. He didn't say anything though. He starred at me. But in a different way. A way i hadn't seen him stare at me. As if he wanted to say something but it was stuck in his throat and it wouldn't come up. He was so beautiful. Something I've never laid my eyes on. Something that took time for me to realize that i wanted. I looked at his lips. When i did, his thumb brushed over mine. I started to think that i want to. I really want to. After those five seconds of wanting to so very badly, it happened. We kissed. His lips fell into mine. His lips felt like ice against mine. When we stopped for a breath, our foreheads planted together. I felt his breath on my face and i wanted more of it. I kissed him again. Every time our lips parted for a split second, i felt like i was suffocating. As if i needed to kiss him to get the air that i longed of receiving to survive. It felt like we were there for a decade, maybe more. Before parting he breathed my name into my lungs, "Mynia.." I stared at him. How did i get into this position. How did we get here. Why am i here.