y/n was unpacking her stuff, in the guests room.
she didn't really like the room.
it had leakage and creeking floorboards.
when she was about to open the drawer
she felt a pair of arms around her waist.
she panicked and turned around, then kicked.
"ah! shit!" richie says, falling on the floor.
"oh fuck! sorry!" y/n says, helping him up.
"this wouldn't have happened if you didn't wrapped your arms behind me."
y/n says, crossing her arms.
"Ah well sorry." he apologises lifting both his arms.
"i'm here to babysit, not to hook up." i said, leaving the room.
"where's the kid?" i ask
"with michael the bike." richie says, stepping out of the room and entering his.
i jogged down the stairs and just found mike covered in spaghetti sauce.
"mike! what happened!" i said putting my arms up and walking up to him.
"jesus." i mutter to myself.
i wasn't focused on mike, i was focused on holly. where is sh-
i slipped on spaghetti sauce and ended up on top of mike.
i look into his eyes, wide-eyed.
"fuck sorry."
-so so sorry for not updating! im planning another book but will u read it?
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FRECKLES! // FINN WOLFHARD IMAGINES
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