✓ | TEENAGE DREAM → finn wolfhard

forty-two

REAL LIFE

finn wolfhard was waiting wearily at gate b12, the gate for his flight to toronto.

he had already told the producers he needed a break. he had told them over the phone earlier that day, 12:32 in the afternoon, that he was going home for a couple of weeks to think things over.

losing grace was the final straw for him. there was really nothing for him here anymore, except getting to kiss someone who was never going to feel the same way about him, no matter how much he killed himself trying to think about it.

because yes, mike wheeler has fallen for julie moore in the show. but in the show, julie had fallen back. but in reality? that didn't happen.

"flight 212 to toronto, now boarding." a loud, clear voice sounded on the loudspeaker.

finn sighed, grabbing his roller bag and heading towards his gate when he hesitated, and then pulled out his phone.

it was only right that he told kase and everyone what he was doing. he couldn't just leave them like that.

he held the "on" button to his phone and waited until it switched on. he had turned it off while he had waited the 4 and a half hours for his flight. he couldn't handle the notifications from everyone.

he checked the time as the screen blared to life. 9:36.

as the phone connected, notification after notification filled his entire lockscreen, and as he started to go to the messages app, he saw his voicemail app light up with voicemail after voicemail.

curious, he clicked it, and listened to the first couple. two from kase, one from wyatt, one from taylor, and. . .

his breath caught. two from grace?

he listened to the first one, and he felt his heart stop as he heard her first couple of words.

she was crying?

his heart clenched. if grazer had touched her, he swore to god. . .

he listened hard over the background noise of people, and caught her sentence: ". . .i just wanted to let you know you were right. about jack. about all of it. i'm so fucking sorry. . ."

he strained to hear the rest of the message, pressing his ear against the speaker. ". . .we talk? meet me at the food truck at 10 tonight, okay? i just don't want anyone to see us. you know. okay, um, bye."

he almost dropped the phone. wait, what?

hurriedly, he clicked the second message, and heard the same tone as the first, but with a hint of worry dashed in it. it ended with: ". . .i just wanted to say that even if you don't come tonight or if you hate me, i'm still gonna be there. just in case. call me when you get this."

his mouth dropped open. holy fuck.

desperately he checked the time– 9:41. fuck.

he exited out of the voicemails, clicking his call app, when all of a sudden, his phone went black.

"no, nonono, no!" he said frantically, trying to turn it back on.

as he saw the dead battery sign on the black screen, he felt his heart drop.

how the fuck was he supposed to let her know he was coming? and how the actual hell was he supposed to get back to set in time?

not wanting to waste anymore minutes, he jerked the handle of his bag around and headed full speed towards the help desk.

the lady was on the phone, and finn mentally rolled his eyes, ramming angrily on the counter.

"excuse me?" he said frantically, and the girl looked annoyed, setting the phone down.

"can i help you?" she surveyed him suspiciously.

"i need a taxi," his eyes flew to the clock. 9:43. "now."

—

grace vilmore sat anxiously at the snack cart's table, her fingers twisted together.

she checked the time. 9:54.

"he's not coming, you idiot. you fucked everything up." she mumbled, putting her head in her hands.

it was really starting to freak her out how finn wasn't answering his phone.

"come find me when you're ready to start playing it right."

what if something had happened to him?

unable to take the anxiousness anymore, she checked the last time he had been active on instagram.

17 hours ago. last night. after they had had their fight.

"oh god. finn." she groaned, putting her head on the table.

"that's my name, don't wear it out."

her heart stopped beating.

slowly, she raised her head off the wood, pulling a strand of blonde hair out of her face, and saw him standing there, looking long and lanky with his black hair curling around his ears and his breath coming out in little puffs.

she gaped at him, and then he continued, "why are you sitting out here, g? don't you know it's like, 30 degrees?"

he took a few steps closer, and she heaved herself off the bench of the table.

her mouth began to work, and she blurted, "i was so scared you did something, you idiot!"

it was his turn to stop and look at her. almost bemusedly.

she barreled on, looking anywhere but his brown, piercing eyes. "i didn't know where you were, you— you just left yesterday! you could have been anywhere! you could have been dead! you could have just called me back and been like, "hey, vilmore, sorry but you suck ass." and i would have gotten the fucking message! but no, you just didn't talk to anyone and gave me the silent treatment and– god, i hate you!"

she let out a breath of air and looked up at him, her eyes narrowing, and then the words fell silent on her tongue.

he was standing inches away from her, looking down at her, his stupid brown eyes meeting her's.

she opened her mouth to speak, but he cut across her.

"i hate you too." he said, and before she could process the words, he had leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, holding her face in his hands.

grace kissed him back, her arms snaking around his neck as he pulled her into him, kissing her as if she was his air, as if he had waited forever to do it.

they broke apart, her gaze locking onto his, and he said simply, "it's always been you, g."

a smile crept up her lips, and he grinned, kissing her again before slipping his hand into her's.

before she could speak, she heard whoops come from the trailer next to the snack bar, and her and finn both turned to see the door to it bang open, and out tumbled kasey, taylor, and noah.

grace's mouth fell open, and red crept up her cheeks as she sputtered, "how– i mean, wait–"

and it was kasey who grinned evilly, and answered, "well, well, well. if it isn't the fucking pieces of shit who got their hormones together. you might wanna be more careful where you leave your voicemails, gracieboo!"

she placed her hands on her hips, surveying the both of them, as noah and taylor snorted with laughter.

"come on," she jerked her head in the direction of the hotel. "we're getting ice cream. drama free." 

catch me sobbing in a corner (':