PRIMARY COLOURS ❨ SEQUEL! ❩

five!

* the song ^^ makes this chapter A LOT better just sayin please just read with it*

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𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓽𝓵𝔂. 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝔀𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽.

˗ˏˋ 𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 21, 2018 ˎˊ˗

YOUR POV !

nick drives pierre and paradyse back home, and then continues to drive us to their house. the car got a lot quieter when paradyse left. sometimes i can't believe pierre and paradyse are twins. even though they're only fraternal, they have such different characters. i do wonder how pierre puts up with her sometimes. but i love her anyway.

i head upstairs to finn's room. it's been a while since i've seen it. but not to my surprise, it is still as messy as i saw it last. every oversized t-shirt is still draped across the floor, the sheets on his bed still in an untangle-able mess. but what was i even expecting? this is finn wolfhard's bedroom after all— if anything, i would be more worried if it were clean. 

footsteps lightly pound outside of the doorway, "oh, finn? is-" i start to say, but hesitantly stop when i see that the person outside of the door isn't in fact finn, but a partially smaller, female version of the boy. 

she faintly chuckles, "not the person you were expecting, eh?" she asks sarcastically.

i laugh, "no," i say, "uh, i'm y/n. i don't know if you've heard of me or," i trail off.

she nods, "y/n. you're the girl that everybody thought died. finn was sure that you were still alive. sorry, but i, uh didn't believe him. but i mean, here you are! wait, you are the y/n i'm talking about right? that would be embarrassing." 

i chuckle, sitting down on finn's bed, "no, no. i'm the girl you're thinking of. i'm sorry, finn's never mentioned your name—"

"mary," she comes inside the room, "i'm quite offended that finn has never mentioned me before," she remarks sarcastically, "guess he's still in that 'oh my god mom stop you're embarrassing me' stage," she pauses, "i've heard a lot about you— good things." she smiles

i return the smile, and i hear another set of footsteps tumble up the stairs and into the frame of finn's room. except this time, it's finn. he sees his mom, and then looks at me, "uh oh, what did she tell you?" he asks, but i can't tell if he's joking or not. 

"no need to worry, finn." mary teases him. she leaves the room, but not before kissing the top of his head. his face turns red. i chuckle, but he still remains unamused. 

"did she tell you anything?" he asks again.

"nothing besides her name," i reply, "why, is little huckleberry here scared that his mommy embarrassed him?"

 finn sits down on his bed next to me, "no. i guess i just didn't want my mom to get upset about what happened in summer. she had no idea, after all. i really want her to like you, y/n."

"i do like her." mary's voice projects from behind us. finn whips his head around to see his mom.

"moOm." finn says.

"fine, fine. alright, i'll leave." she remarks, and then does as she said she would.

"do you think you'd wanna tell me what happened? you know, like what happened ?" finn hints.

"oh, right. okay," i reply, "first off, it wasn't a bullet, it was a tranquilizer that made me look like i was dead. secondly, it was all planned. and third, it was liam. i wanted to know where liam was because i need to tell her that i'm okay." finn's jaw is nearing the floor while i explain, and when i finish, he thinks for a second.

"why? why did you do it?"

"i really wanted to get out of that mess. the best way was faking my death. the murderer is dead, and my mom isn't expecting me home!"

"you surprise me a lot, you know?"

"yeah, i guess. you tell me a lot," i smirk, "mary said that she's heard a lot of good things about me. was that a product of you?" i slyly ask finn.

he turns a little red, "maybe," he simply says, but i sarcastically stare at him, knowing that it was most definitely him, "who am i kidding? yes, it was me. i mean i can't help myself."

i smile, "what kinda things do you say about me?" i say, testing the water.

"they'll lose their meanings if i tell you." he smirks.

"fine, fine. i don't get what you mean but okay." i reply.

"it means that if i tell you, and i  know that you know what i said about you, then they'll mean less. the more you say something the less it sounds like a word. do you get what i'm saying?"

"yeah." i say, slightly smiling at the dork in front of me. suddenly, i can't take it anymore, so i pull him closer to me and softly break the space between our lips. i tangle my fingers in his hair while he holds the back of my neck. 

we both slowly pull away, and everything seems better all of a sudden.

"good thing my mom didn't see that." finn speaks.

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eight hundred sixty-seven words

i think the hardest part of writing a book is the fear that the "vIbEz" you get when you write a chapter are the same ones everyone else gets when they read it...or it's just awkward. that especially applies to this chapter. it can either be super good or super bad. that scares me.