𝙜𝙖𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙨 [finn wolfhard imagines]

𝙢𝙖𝙘 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙤

"Nice meeting you too," I smile to another girl who I'm making small talk with. The backstage area I'm hanging out with is super crowded but full of really cool people. As you would expect, at a Mac Demarco concert.

My boyfriend Finn took me with him since he's an old friend of Mac's, but he left to go to the bathroom ten minutes ago and seems to have disappeared. I really don't mind though, there are plenty of people here that I can talk to. Actually, lots of people seem to know who I am. Probably just because of Finn, but still it's kind of cool that I don't feel out of place at an event like this.

I'm smiling and tuning into a conversation around me, taking a sip from my drink every few seconds. Then I feel a tap on my shoulder.

"Where were you?" I ask my boyfriend as I turn around to meet eyes with him.

"I want you to meet somebody," he tells me, voiding my question. His hand secures around mine, a familiar feeling, and he starts dragging me somewhere. I giggle as we walk, weaving through the crowded room. We head down a hallway, trying not to bump into anybody talking in the crowded passage.

"Finn what are we-" I look around, confused before I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I turn around to see a man, much taller than me, standing directly facing me.

"Oh hi, Mac Demarco." I could have said anything, but my mouth made those sounds at that moment.

Mac laughs. At least he thinks it's funny.

"Y/n this is Mac Demarco," Finn introduces him.

"I know who he is," I giggle, giving him a little eye roll.

"So this is your girlfriend?" Mac asks Finn.

"Yup," he confirms. He throws an arm across the back of my shoulders, holding me comfortably next to him. I just stand there, quietly. Observing Mac. He's super tall, I dunno why I didn't expect him to be such a big guy. He smells like cigarettes, too. But you know, in a comforting way.

"So y/n, how did you win the teenage girl Finn Wolfhard lottery?" Mac jokes.

Finn and I both laugh, since he's one of the few people who could say that without minorly offending us. "Beats me," I sigh.

"I think the lottery won her," Finn chimes in, his eyes on me.

"Aww," I coo at him, "that's so gross."

Mac is still thinking. "What was it, she makes indie music?" he offers.

"Nope," Finn and I both say in unison, smiling like goofs.

"She's an actress?"

"Nope," again.

Mac then lets out an "ah" sound, shaking his finger. "The tits? Is it the tits?"

Finn and I laugh more, and I feel his eyes momentarily glance down to my chest. "Yes," I smile, "it was because I have medium sized boobs."

"It's the only reason I'm dating her actually," he kids, "I don't even pay attention to any other part of her. I don't even know what her face looks like."

"Yeah my brain also, doesn't work," I add.

Mac laughs to himself before taking a sip of his beer. "Seriously though, what do you do?" he asks me, actually seeming interested.

"I'm a photographer," I nod.

"Ahhh," Mac says, looking at Finn with wide eyes. "So was it from your job that you met this young lad?" he inquires again.

"Yeah, I work a lot for this venue in Brooklyn, where I'm from, that the Aubreys played at, so I met him at one of his own gigs."

"That's really cool," he smiles. Then he mouths to Finn, as if I can't see, "she's cool."

Finn nods, smirking.

"She's really pretty, too," Mac whispers.

"She's a minor," Finn adds, as a joke.

"Sorry," he laughs. "How old are you?" I'm asked. 

"Sixteen," I respond.

"Finn, how old are you?" Mac asks.

"Seventeen."

"How long have you been together?" he gestures back and forth between us.

"Four months, almost five," I tell him.

"Is that your natural hair color?" he continues to interview me, pointing to my blue hair.

"Yes," Finn and I say at the same time, earning smiles from both parts.

"Those are some cool boots," Mac adds, complimenting me out of nowhere.

"Thanks," I say, glancing down at my shoes.

"Finn buy you those?" the gap-toothed man asks.

"Nope, I bought them myself."

"Finn you gotta but her more shit if you wanna keep her," Mac scolds him, sarcastically.

"I'll keep that in mind, thanks for the soulful advice," Finn smiles.

We're cut short by somebody with a headset catching Mac's attention. He's told he has an interview to get to, so he quickly gets into a slightly more serious mode.

"In all seriousness, it's nice to meet you," he tells me before leaving.

"Nice to meet you too," I smile.

"Finn, I approve," he adds, before looking me dead in the eyes. "Treat my son well."

Mac then dips, heading over away from the social area to attend to his business. I look at Finn, and we both share a little nod of satisfaction.

"He's like... your cool uncle," I tell Finn.

"Yeah, he's great."

"Taller than I expected," I add the thought.

"I was 'taller than you expected' too," Finn smiles at me.

"Shut up," I roll my eyes fondly.

"Just what I've heard," he adds in defense. I've mentioned that before.

"How soon until the show?" I ask.

"35 minutes, and we can get front row in the GA if we let a security guard know now," Finn suggests.

"We can go in the regular crowd?" I don't know much about being a part of the inner loop at shows this big. All the photography I've done has been at much smaller shows, so I'm not sure how it works at venues like this one, with so much security and that kind of stuff.

"Of course," Finn tells me. He then takes my hand, playing with my fingers once his intertwine with mine. 

"Then what are we waiting for?" I start going down the hallway, dragging Finn after me. I know for sure that this concert is gonna be one hell of a night.

a/n: it's my 17th birthday today (purge day). self-isolation really sucks so I'm not doing much this year except for eating cake and smoking with some friends (while we stay 6 feet apart from each other, outside). anyways, thank u all for so much support on this book recently. <3