"Man, i knew it, i knew it was a bad idea to trust him."
Finn Wolfhard, aka a popular high schooler.
Y/N, a quiet person, alone, bullied.
One move from his friends, changed you forever, good and bad.
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step into my characters shoes, as you try to...
i was sketching a picture of a dream i had. it was me with a shadow, in the shape of a boy. i've got to admit, the dream was exquisite. i felt really happy, and that is strange, as i am usually happier alone, but in this dream, oh man this dream, i was so happy with this mysterious guy. it was so strange, as i knew him in my dream, but i could not put a face on him when i awoke. the sketch was of our backs,and we were holding hands, expect i only drew detail for myself, as he was now just this shadow memory. the sketch also included a background of just flowers, as they were one of my favorite things to draw.
"um, hey." i hear a voice say which makes me quickly look up and close my sketch book.
"h-hello." i reply
"my name is finn, finn wolfhard."
yeah, i know.
"i'm Y/N, L/N"
"it's nice to meet you, Y/N" he finishes and i can't help but wonder why he is here, here with me.
"u-uh, n-not to sound r-rude, but why a-are you uh h-here?" i say stuttering, as i am not very fond of talking to people.
he puts one of his hands on his neck,"i wanted to see why you are alone." he says questioningly.
i immediately put cross my arms on the table, sticking my head in between. i hear a sigh and not soon after, feel a presence next to me.
"sorry, that was probably a stupid question." he says.
"n-no, it's okay. i just like being alone, as all my f-friends, well o-old friends all have l-left me, s-so i now have uh t-trust issues." i blurt out, tears forming in my eyes from all the painful memories. i feel him staring at me about to cry, oh how i hate when others stare at me.
"are you- uh, okay?" he ask unsure of what to do. i lightly nod and wipe away the tears. "not saying anything, but is your stuttering natural?" he asks
"no, j-just happens when i g-get nervous." i reply, this time looking into his eyes. he smiled at me.
"you don't have to be nervous around me." he says softly. i sigh and look at my closed sketchbook. "i saw you drawing while i was walking over here, you're really talented." he finishes with a smile.
"o-oh. t-thank you" i tuck some of my loose hair that popped off my bun behind my ear.
did the finn just compliment my art?
"may i take a look at it?"
shit.
um, s-sure."
why'd you say that, Y/N.
i hesitantly open my sketchbook and hand it to him.
"wow." is all he says as he inspects each detail of my sketch. "what is the backstory to this?"
"it's about a dream i had." i reply
"will you look at that."
"what?"
"you didn't stutter!" he says with an adorable smile.
wait, adorable? snap out of it.
i giggled.
as i was going to say something, the bell rung for 5th block.
finally.
"it was n-nice talking to you." i say quickly and speed off towards my spanish class.
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