Imagine If...// It and St cast

Flipping the Bird//F.W

imagine sneaking out without your parents knowing with Finn Wolfhard...
...

My knuckles turn white as I clench my fists.

"You know what?" I say, standing from my seat, "Forget I asked."

I roll my eyes as I walk out of the living room.

"Y/n, get back here!" My mother calls.

I roll my eyes again and imagine flipping the bird at my parents.

They always do this, they never let me do anything.

I run up to my room and pull out my phone.

Me: Not gonna work 2night sorry, parents suck

Finn: Nope, I will not take a no

Me: But I CANT

Finn: Yes you CAN

Me: How..??

Finn: Do you have a window...?

Me: *sighs* You're crazy, Finn Wolfhard smh

Finn: Crazy genious to you missy, now how about that window?

A smile spreads across my lips. He really is crazy.

I bite my lip and my thumbs hover over the keyboard.

Me: Meet outside my window in 10

Finn: There's the y/n I was waiting for ;)

My heart was warm and fuzzy, he was so charming.

I look at my door in anticipation that my mom will storm through, ready to yell some more.

She doesn't though.

I grab my favorite black hoodie and put on jeans, leaving my grey shirt on under my hoodie.

I grab my phone and some money just in case.

As if I were in a movie or a book, a heard a pebble hit my window. He always had to go the extra mile to make it all too cream-cheesy.

I laughed and rolled my eyes as I opened my window.

I cautiously pop my head out, hoping he won't throw any more.

"You done being cheesy, Romeo?" I snicker.

"Romeo, eh?" He chuckles in a whisper, "Does that mean you're my Juliet and we'll commit suicide together?"

"Oh hush," I say, my cheeks lifting into a smile.

I stick my legs out the window and slide down the roof, now it's just a few feet down to the grass.

"I'll catch you if you're scared," Finn giggles like a 2 year old.

"You wish," I hop down, my feet vibrating at the impact.

I balance out and slide my vans over to him.

"You got any plans for our rebellious night?" I say, elbowing his arm.

"I may have a few things in mind," Finn gives a roguish half smile.

"Gross!" I exclaim, pushing him, "We aren't even dating."

He just laughs and shoves his hands in his pockets. We keep walking along the sidewalk, only lit by the streetlights.

"Okay, fine," He snorts, "Maybe just hang out in a hotel room?"