SATURDAY ; JULY EIGTH ;
SOMEWHERE IN ITALY ;
THE WOLFHARD HOUSE
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finn wolfhards p.o.v
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i'm finn wolfhard, i'm seventeen, and i moved to italy a few months ago. everybody is pretty nice here, the view is good, life is good here. we moved here because my brother got an acting part! sick right? yea, i know, i sound sarcastic. anyway, i can play guitar. pretty good, i suppose. in fact, that's what i'm doing now, haha.
i set down my guitar, placing my pick on my dresser to the side of me. i can hear my mom call me downstairs, obeying her call and rushing down the steps and into the kitchen. she has a list of chores for me and my other two siblings to get done by dinner time.
" four chores for each of you, since last time there was an uneven amount you had complained about, i added two to all of yours. get them done by dinner time. "
dinner is three hours away, and there's equally four chores for each of us. with a groan, i grab my 'slip' and head to the first location on my list.
i fold the piece of paper and slide it into my back shorts pocket, mocking her silently, before grabbing a few small boxes and carrying them outside, the door being propped up. there's nice weather here, so we most likely always have our front and back door propped open with a small piece of wood.
i take them back to a big trashcan, hit off the lid and make a face. a disgusted face. it stinks really bad. like god, what died in there? geesh. i quit being such a pussy and quickly throw the boxes into that death bin, clapping my hands together when they fall. leaning down and reaching for the lid, i stand back up and take a deep breath, using one hand to pinch my nose while i walk towards the trashcan and place it overtop.
i quickly go back inside to retrieve my other load of boxes, whistling quietly. that's a bad habit of mine. i whistle when nervous, anxious, whatever. i'm always jumpy, and i have to occupy some part of my body or i'll seriously freak. i see my friend, sadie, playing basketball with her little sister and brother. i reach my arm out and wave, shouting her name.
sadie turns, waving as well, shouting back at me. " good morning finn! " she shouts, her little brother slapping the ball out of her hand, which makes me laugh. sadie has been my friend since preschool, our family's wanted to always be somewhat close so once i moved to italy, her family came too, which is pretty cool.
walking back to the smelly death bin (as i call it), i hear laughing and yelling in front of me. i look around, before i spot three teenagers and two little kids running in their backyard. the shortest teenager looks like he's related to one of the littler kids, they have the same skin tone and hair, and a similar giggle. i watch them for a second, before smiling to myself. i don't know why i smiled, it just makes me happy when other people are happy. it's sweet seeing somebody smile. it's a warm feeling i feel in my heart rather, it makes me 'soft'. or at least that's what nick says, nicks my older brother by the way. he's twenty one. what a grandpa.
the shortest teenager that i was talking about had tripped on a branch of a tree that had fell, going face first into the grass, the littler kids crowding around him before jumping onto his back. i was kind of worried, he looked like he hit hard.
when he didn't move when the kids shook his shoulders and shouted his name, i got really worried. i quickly dropped the boxes i was holding and rushed over, our backyards were slightly connected by a path and a little gate, so i pushed the gate open and ran over to him. his friends, which were significantly taller than him, bent down, gently slapping his face. " jack, dude, you aight? " the lanky male says, i quickly look him up and down before seeing a name tag on his chest. chosen. what a unique name, but it's cool. the other friend of this kid has his hands on his knees, bending down to see this jack kid. " he isn't waking up. " he says, before standing up straight and calling for somebody.
i grab this kid - this random kid i don't know at all - and pick him up off of the grass, very carefully. his friend, the chosen one, ( haha i'm hilarious ) follows behind me as i take him to his mother i believe. she tells me to set him down on a bench on their back porch. i nod, setting him down on the soft swinging bench. the other friend of this kid, is on the phone with somebody, talking rather quickly and loudly. i can't understand his fast talking, so i just time him out and focus on what chosen is saying.
" thanks um, for carrying him. " he says, scratching the back of his neck with one hand, holding his free hand out for me to shake i'm guessing, in which i do so. he speaks up again. " i'm chosen, chosen jacobs. that's jack, " he says, referring to the one laying on the bench, " and that's caleb. " he says, pointing to the one on the phone. i nod, smiling wide at this point. " i'm finn. finn wolfhard. and uh, no problem. " i reply in a overly confident tone, my palms already getting sweaty.
the two little kids are now inside, pulling at calebs shirt and basketball shorts. i silently observe their behavior, deciding if i should go or not. looking around, i notice the smaller boy - jack - is moving. his hands move, his small baby hands, which i thought were adorable. and then his mouth opens, and he opens his eyes very slowly, the light hitting his eyelids which made him groan slightly.
chosen bends down and his eyes widen, " jack, " he whispers in a calm voice, " you're up dude? it's chosen, hey it's chosen, " he says soothingly, the caleb boy coming out onto the porch with an ice pack and two little kids cling to his legs. chuckling quietly he placed the ice pack into my hands, " my dad says just put the ice pack on his forehead, wait a few minutes, and he'll be fully awake. my dads a doctor, by the way. this happened to me on a tree root a few years back, it's gonna be aight. " he says, and i nod quickly, sitting beside the boy on the bench and placing it gently on his forehead as he shifted.
after a few long, dreadful minutes of waiting, he opens his eyes wider than before. he's got a black eye and his lip seems busted. i make an embarrassed expression, as he reaches for the ice pack and removes it from his forehead, setting it on his lip for a moment. " uhh, hello? "
i freeze . i freeze completely . my heart pounds against my chest, and i ironically let out a purr. he makes a funny face, his cute bushy eyebrows furrowed which makes his nose wrinkle, the corners of his mouth raising. his little siblings i think, rush over to his side and shake his stomach slightly. " jackie! you're alive! " the older looking one says, then the younger girl speaks up. " you hit your head while playing tag with caleb and chosen. " she murmured, looking to chosen with a glare.
i sat back for a moment, watching the children groan towards chosen. it was cute. jack sat up, turning over and avoiding eye contact with me. i looked down, waiting for them to tell me to leave. jack can't stand up, his legs are too weak, i can tell that because his bruised, busted knees shake when he leans forward. i wrap an arm underneath his waist and pick him up bride style. here we all treat each other like family: we care for one another.
