You finally get the role of you're dreams when you get the part of Amanda Conway in Stranger Things Season 3! You find out you've got a couple of secret admirers from you're co-workers. How will this love-triangle work out?
I slowly open my eyes to the sun beaming through the curtains. I can feel Finn's arms wrapped around my waist again, in the same position we were in last night. Along with his boner. Oh my god. LAST NIGHT. WHY DID THAT EVEN HAPPEN. SHIT. Why did I even give him a bj? Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. FUCK. ARGH AND HE HAS A BONER AGAIN. What do I do? Last night was a big mistake. I'm with Noah! Oh god, what have I done?! I slowly try to pull out of Finns grasp and get out of bed. I remove one of his hands and I'm almost in the clear! I try to move the other one-
"Noooo. Stay." Finn groans in a raspy morning voice as he pulls me back into the bed. His arms are cold. I get pulled back into the bed. Jesus, Finn is so fucking cold. I look over at him. Holy shit. He doesn't have a shirt OR pants on. JUST HIS BOXERS. I look down at me. AHHHHHH. WE ARE BOTH IN OUR UNDERWEAR. FUCK. OH MY GOD IF SOMEBODY WALKED IN HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD.
"Finn..." I say softly at first. He doesn't say anything. "Finn..." I say again. Nothing. "FINN! You gotta let go of me now! What if somebody walks in!?" I quickly pull away out of his grasp. He sits up quickly.
"Shit! Nobody did walk in though, right?" He asks.
"No, but they could have!" I respond, bending over to grab my sweatpants on the floor. I walk over to the shirt I wore last night and bend over to pick that up too. I turn around and Finn has a big grin on his face. I'm so fucking stupid. IM IN LITERALLY A BRA AND UNDERWEAR.
"Oh my god, Finn. Stop staring at my ass!" I quickly run into the bathroom and change into another outfit.
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*What you change into*
I step out of the bathroom to see Finn getting dressed. He slips a white t-shirt on and is wearing jeans. He then puts on a blue and white flannel over his white shirt and doesn't button it. He turns around to see me.
"Can we talk about last night?" He asks.
"No." I respond and start looking through my bag for a scrunchie to put my hair up in. I find one and throw my hair up into a ponytail. I look in the mirror. Ew. No. This is a terrible ponytail. I take it out and try again.
"Oh come on! We have to talk about it!" Finn walks over to me.
"We don't have to do anything, besides go to this table reading soon." I respond, pulling my ponytail tighter. Even worse than the first one. I take it out.
"Y/N." Finn pauses and looks at me. "You don't have a choice. We are talking about what happened and figuring out where we stand now." He brings himself really close to me. I pull the ponytail. This one is good. I turn to look at him, surprised at how close he got.
"Where we stand now? Where we stand is as friends. Last night was a big fucking mistake and to the rest of the world, it didn't even happen, Ok? Don't talk about it or just- anything about it." I walk over to the closet and put my shoes on. I bend down to put the left shoe on, then the right. I turn around quickly, and Finn's standing right there.
"Seriously? Because it didn't seem like that when you pulled my boxers down and-"
"BECAUSE IT NEVER HAPPENED!" I yell. "It never happened, alright? I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression." I walk back into the bathroom and start doing my makeup.
"Are you shitting me?! Y/N You can't just pretend it didn't happen! It did! I know it and you know it! See! Look! You even have a hickey!" Finn points out. I look in the mirror. Holy shit. He's right.
"Fuck." I grab my foundation and concealer and attempt to cover the hickey up.
"Why can't you just admit that it happened! You even have a... a reminder of it." Finn smiles. He's like, high key proud of himself. I don't respond, and continue to try to cover up the "reminder". "I'll see you at the table reading I guess." He leaves. I finish putting on my makeup and make sure the hickey is invisible. We finally get out the door to the table reading. Everybody is there and we go over all our lines.
"Awww. I love you too Liam." I read. There's no emotion in my voice though.
"Can you try that again, just with a bit more, um, emotion?" The director says. I nod.
"Aww. I love you too Liam." Same thing as before.
"OK, um. Let's take a little break, shall we?" The director gets up. Finn walks towards me.
"We need to talk. NOW." He grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom. He looks around and opens the door. I walk into the bathroom, and it's one of those family ones with no stalls, just one single toilet. Finn locks the door and turns to me.
He pushes me up against the wall, his hands on my waist and our bodies have no space in-between them. My breath quickened. Finn slowly starts to lean to the right, ready to come in for a kiss. I close my eyes. I don't feel anything. Huh? What? I open my eyes again to see that Finn let go of me and is not pressed against me anymore.
"Look me in the eyes and TELL ME YOU DID NOT FEEL ANYTHING THERE." Finn stares at me, with puppy dog eyes.
"I didn't feel anything there." I look at him in his eyes. He stares at me for a couple of seconds. Then he leaves.
