FRECKLES! // FINN WOLFHARD IMAGINES

NO THANKS // BORIS PAVLIKOVSKY

— "you sure you don't need a ride?" boris followed the girl in a hoodie.

"yes! i'm sure." she said, frustrated.

"c'mon!" boris pleaded, grabbing your hand.

"i might be single, but i'm not fucking ready to mingle." y/n pulled her hand away.

"please! just one night!" boris stood in front of her.

"you have kot-fucking-ku! don't see why you're trying to get in my fucking pants!" y/n screamed.

"but just one night!" boris pleaded again.

"i'm calling theo." y/n took her phone and called theo.

"theo, pick me up. seven-eleven, maple street." she said, hanging up.

"no! not theo! why him?!" boris screamed.

"because he's an innocent bean, like that girl from stranger- whatever, shit." y/n screamed back.

"hi." theo pulled up.

"hallo!" y/n says, going in the car.

boris rolled his eyes.

"anyways, bye!" y/n closed the door.

__ 12:56 am !

she heard a knock somewhere in her room.

"huh?" y/n scratched her head.

she looked at the window, seeing boris outside.

"ahah! no." she closed the blinds and got away.

"please!" boris shouted.

"i'm dialing kotku right now." y/n threatened, he broke the window and got in.

"what the fuck?" y/n whispered.

"one night, just one night— yeah ok, fine. but, you broke my fucking window." y/n cut boris off.

she finally said yes.

"ok. i'll kiss you fir- but, my fucking window?!"

( poor window . )