✓ | TEENAGE DREAM → finn wolfhard

thirty-nine

MESSAGES

kaseoroonie 🥂
GRACEUW

GRAC

GREACE

GRACE

GRACE

my losver 🍿
WHAT???

kaseoroonie 🥂
FINSN LETT

my losver 🍿
WHAT!?

kaseoroonie 🥂
FINN LEFT OK

HE BAILED

I THINK BES
GONNA COME
TO UR HODGE
RIOMN

my losver 🍿
KASE I DONT
UNDERSTAND???

kaseoroonie 🥂
FUCK I GOTTA GO

FUCK

my losver 🍿
KASEY???

ENGLISH???

KASE!!!!

WHATS HAPPENING???

KASEY!!!

REAL LIFE

"who was that?"

grace looked up at her boyfriend, jack dylan grazer.

"what?"

he hooked an arm around her shoulders, pulling her towards him.

"texting you. who was it?" his eyebrows drew together.

grace shook her head, scrolling through kasey's messages. "kase. she was acting freaky."

he laughed. "doesn't she always act freaky?"

grace rolled her eyes. "freakier than usual, you dork."

"ahhh, gotcha. what was she saying?"

grace sighed and handed him her phone. "see for yourself."

he scrolled through the messages, squinting at the jumble of letters. "something about finn?"

"finn? what about finn? all she said was that he left."

"well, yeah but then she. . .he's. . ." jack trailed off, looking at grace's phone.

"he's what?" she asked, looking at him curiously. "jack?"

he looked up at her, his eyes narrowing. "he's–"

all of a sudden, there was a loud banging on the door and grace let out a shriek.

jack moved to get up from the couch, and grace said frantically, "jack, what the hell is going on?"

"just let me handle it, g, okay?"

"no, jack, you're calling me g!" grace groaned, scrambling to get off the couch. "that's not a good thing with you!"

he didn't answer, continued to walk to the door.

"jack, you idiot!" grace hissed, and then followed closely behind him, jack sliding his fingers in between her's as he flung open the door.