Bottled Up // Finn Wolfhard book 2

XI

A/N hi sorry for being basic

YOUR POV

"Champagne, cocaine, gasoline and most things inbetween" I sang over the music pounding through the car "I roam the city in a shopping cart" Finn added as I felt him push the acceleration pedal harder, "a pack of camels and a smoke alarm" the car sped down the flats, we were no longer in the city surrounded by towers but surrounded by paddocks of sheep instead.

"I see you haven't lost your love for P!ATD huh?" Finn smirked as the car started slowing down "Brendon Urie is the hero no one knew we needed" "I thought it was a group?" the raven haired boy asked bluntly "they were, but we don't talk about that" I replied as my eyes set upon a brick wall in the middle of a grassy paddock 

"please don't tell me you gained psychopathic tendencies and are planning on killing me slowly and then eating me" I joked, adding scared tone to my words "eating you?" he pulled the car onto the side of the road and switched off the engine 

"you bought a whole duffle bag of plates and bowls" I pointed out, raising an eyebrow at the smirking boy "but no cutlery, please I'm not that much of a pig that I would eat without a fork" he laughed, kicking open the door and clambering out 

A/N sorry about that whole cannibalism joke, I'm messed up from re watching all the walking dead seasons since they're on a mid-season break and i'm still mourning Jesus

I got out of the vehicle to find Finn, already with the bag slung over his shoulder and walking toward a fence. I jogged to catch up with him, still confused as to what we were about to do

"Finn why are we all the way out here?!" I yelled as I reached the fence standing at the height of my chest "I'll tell you soon" he chuckled at my impatience, "here" his voice sounded a little unsure as he walked behind me and put each hand oh my waist motioning for me to jump 

I placed my hands on the top rung of the wooden fence, my fingers caressing the moss slightly, I felt my cheeks redden as Finns hands burned into my sides, why did they do that and why was a blushing so much?

Conjuring all my strength, I pushed upward on my wrists and with the help of Finn's lift I swung my legs over the fence and landed on the other side. "erhm thanks" I cleared my throat watching the curly haired boy clamber over the fence effortlessly, duffle bag and all.

I noticed Finn was also blushing as he dusted off his hands and sighed, before marching ahead of me, fighting his way through the overgrown greenery

"you ready?" he breathed once more dropping the bag at his feet and zipping it open as I stopped next to the boy. "That depends on what we're doing" I pointed out raising an eyebrow and shifting my weight 

"letting of steam" he almost screamed making me jump, then before I could ask again he grabbed a plate and hurled it at the brick wall, I watched in shock as it smashed into many smaller pieces and fell to the ground 

"what the hell!" I laughed in disbelief "you seemed a little tense, so" he picked up a plate and handed it to me "you decided to bring me out to the middle of nowhere to be violent and loud" I guessed, finishing his sentence 

"exactly" Finn replied with a slight nod. And with that I turned on my heel before launching the fragile china at the bricks with a audible grunt from my effort "that's it!" Finn cheered as I smirked over at him to see the boy recording everything

"where's that going" I grinned walking over to the bag to fetch another plate "snapchat" "alrighty, your turn mike myers" I patted his back and Finn nodded taking the plate from my hand 

"AHHHHH" he yelled, making his curls shake in sync with the plate flying at the wall "WOOOO!" I screamed in triumph as it hit with a crash, the afternoon sun cast rays which blanketed the field, igniting the boys skin in an ember blaze.  

his eyelashes fluttered in the breeze, almost fanning the freckles that dotted his cheeks and nose "wait I have an idea, i think there's a bat in my car -  be right back" he started running back to the fence enthusiastically, leaving me alone in the field with a brick wall and a bag.

I sat in the gass, letting it stand at neck height so the small butterflies and seedlings tickled my face, my lips pursed together as I hummed a soft tune I remembered from a long time ago, from before...

I closed my eyes and let my mind drift, hoping it would find a good memory to settle upon but all I got was Eli, Eli telling me my father was a dumb mute, a vegetable, a delusional alcoholic, a patient in need, a-

my abusive thoughts were interrupted by someone yelling, a familiar voice, not Finns. I stood up almost faster than my eyes opened, squinting a bit from the beams of sunlight making the scene more radiant than ever, 

"Eli?"