SADBOY - FINN WOLFHARD ✔

SEVEN!

HALA - WHAT IS LOVE? TELL ME, IS IT EASY?

"I WISH IT WAS EASY                                                                                                                                                             TO FIND                                                                                                                                                                                       A LOVER WHO'S EASY.

A large jumper covered the frame of the skinny boy, as he adds another layer of clothing, putting on a large green coat, the puffy material hiding his small lanky arms, his bare feet are cold on the wood floors, searching his house for matching socks, he lifts his bed up, searching every possible spot confused as to why he can't find a coordinating pair, he gives up, putting a white sock on his left foot and a blue one on his right. He slips on his vans before grabbing his keys and leaving the house, walking towards his run-down car, hopping in before starting it up, the spluttering of the engine starting up, slipping a cd into the player, he reverses back and starts to drift away from his home.

Finn didn't have work today, and since his friends all had pre-existing plans, he decided to dedicate the day to himself, he was going into town, to get some better food than the same old cereal he eats every morning, and maybe even shop for himself, normally he feels shame in buying stuff for himself, he has to manage his house payments whilst working a semi-good job, sure he earns a little money from local gigs, but not enough for a sustainable future, so he saves most of the extra money he can get, but why not allow yourself to spend before another year of slaving away to stay alive.

He drives on the long road, surrounded by tall overbearing trees, light layers of snow covered the branches of trees, but not a heavy downfall, the branches flew in the strong winds as his car radio played Tame Impala, he hums along to the songs, tapping on the steering wheel as he bops his head, he focuses on the road ahead of him, buildings come closer into view as cars start to pile up in traffic, people walk through the streets with hoods up, sheltering from the cold, he drives towards a local good coffee shop he had visited once, parking across the road, darting across the busy street and pulls open the door to be hit by the fresh smell of bacon, his mouth salivates at the smell alone, heading to the front counter, ordering himself a coffee to fuel his energy and a gourmet meal of some traditional bacon and eggs breakfast. He receives his number, walking to slip into an empty booth, he spots a booth near the corner, slipping into the red leather seat.

Opening up his phone, he had gotten no texts from Freya, slightly glad to not face the girl but also slightly deflated at her careless nature to not even try to mend last nights mistakes, he didn't want to seem useless and text her first, so he left it for now, she deserved to be the one apologising, Finn had been hurt, hurt that he couldn't tell his girlfriend about his good day.

He clicks off messages, filling his time by playing numbing phone games, the smell of food ran through his nose, looking up to a worker placing his mug and his plate down, he thanks her as he starts to quickly scoff it down his throat, the boy was skinny, but he could get food into his system as fast as a cheetah can run. He doesn't stop to think about how stupid he looks, hunched over and swallowing his phone without chewing, looking like some awful gremlin, he's too busy drooling over the beautiful meal.

His appearance catches a laugh from a near standing girl, he looks up to where the noise came from, he becomes awkward when he sees that she's staring, he takes a sip from his drink to hide his flushed face as the girl starts to walk over, he really doesn't want to conversate right now, but the girl doesn't take his hint of trying to disguise himself, she slips into the booth, sitting opposite him, giggling as she reaches out to pull the cup away from his face.