𝙜𝙖𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙨 [finn wolfhard imagines]

𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧

I open my eyes, the sunlight coming in through the window almost blinding me. I groan and roll onto my side into the pillow. It's cold, the breeze from the window is kind of giving me goosebumps. I let myself gather my thoughts as I become conscious. I roll onto my back and look up at the ceiling.

Wait, that wasn't a pillow. Okay, yeah, it's definitely a person. I wonder, do I even want to know who it is? Last night was weird. Luckily, his face is away from me, so I don't really know who it is.

I lazily get up and drag myself to the bathroom. I look in the mirror of the unfamiliar room. I'm a mess. I look, interesting. I checklist everything that's going on in my head.

Black thrasher hoodie isn't mine. Bra is still on, top appears to be missing. Shorts... definitely aren't mine. I mean, they're similar to the denim shorts I came to the party in, but definitely not the same ones. Glitter is, everywhere, to say the least. Every. Where. Mascara is still on, surprisingly not too smudged. Only one hoop earring is in, so I just take it out. They were cheap anyways. Hair is just... I honestly don't know what's going on there.

I come back to the bedroom and see that the boy is awake. His messy curls look like he just went through a goddamn war zone. He isn't wearing a shirt, but honestly I'm not complaining. I take a closer look at his face. It's Finn.

What the fuck. It hits me. Why was the stranger things boy in bed with me?

"Uhh, hey," he says, noticing me.

"Hi."

There's an awkward silence as we stare at each other.

"Do you, remember what happened last night?" he asks.

"No, I think I like blacked out at one point," I admit.

"Yeah me too, I remember bits though."

I sit down on the bed next to him, over the covers.

"So do you remember If we uhh..." I ask. Come on, it's a valid question.

"I don't know," he says. Already knowing his answer to my question before I finished it.

We both look at each other, kinda scared. Hooking up with somebody you met on the night you meet them isn't exactly ideal. But for some reason, we just start laughing. I notice that his face is covered in the same silver glitter that's on mine.

"Do you remember how that got there?" I ask, pointing to his face, that he's picking glitter off of.

"Take a wild guess," he says, looking at my lips. There's glitter on those too.

"Well, I didn't come to the party last night with glitter on my face either," I tell him.

 He laughs. "I don't think we fucked, if that's what you wanna hear," he tells me, breaking the ice.

"Cool," I nod. God is he cute. Then it all came back to me, our conversations and playing beer pong together. I can't remember full memories, but little flashes of people I saw, funny moments, and just a little bit of what happened with Finn. I remember us kissing, but nothing more. "Oh wait," I say, "I remember now. We were playing beer pong together, then lily fainted and everybody got sent home."

"So why didn't you go home?" he asks.

"I'm friends with Aidan." It's true, he let me sleep over after his party, because there was no way I was going to come home to my parents as drunk as I was.

"So am I."

"Finn, right?" I ask. I already know for a fact who he is. Come on, he's a celebrity.

"Yeah. Y/n?"

"Yeah," I smile, wondering how he even remembered my name. 

He looks at the nightstand and picks up my phone. He holds it out to me. "Is this your phone?"

"Yeah, thanks," I take it.

He looks around for something. "Shit."

"Can't find yours?"

"Yeah," he sighs, fixing his hair.

"Wanna go downstairs and look for it?"

"Sure. I'm cold as fuck."

"Oh. Is this your hoodie?"

"Yeah b-"

"Do you want it back?" I cut him off.

"No, it's fine, I'll just take one from Aidan's room. You look really comfortable anyways."

I smile, "I am."

"You can keep it. Looks good on you."

"Oh. Thanks," I say, my face probably bright red.

I follow him down the stairs. The house is kind of cleaner then it was last night. I see Aidan in the living room, picking up cups and cans and pizza boxes with a trash bag.

"Good morning Aidan," I say, making him notice us.

"Oh, what's up," he says.

"Not much," says Finn. "Can I uh, borrow a hoodie."

"Yeah," says Aidan, not even looking up, "the second drawer in my dresser."

"Thanks," Finn says, going back upstairs.

I stand there, watching Aidan while I try and process all my thoughts. I'm really fucking hungover at the moment. Aidan walks over to the kitchen, trash bags in his hands.

"So..." he says to me.

"So?"

"You and Finn hooked up?"

"I think so," I laugh.

"That's cool. I knew you guys would hit it off."

"Did you?" I ask.

"You're both like, my little sibling friends."

I laugh. Finn and I are both a few years younger than Aidan, so he does have a point there. "Have you seen Finn's phone?"

"Nope. He should look in the basement. Or the bathroom, I know you guys both went in there."

"What?"

"You and Finn. You guys made out in the bathroom."

"Huh." I don't remember that whatsoever. I wonder if I should be embarrassed. I hear Finn come back down the stairs, his hair now fixed to its normal state, and wearing one of Aidan's band hoodies. 

I help him look for his phone for the next fifteen minutes or so, as we re-trace our steps. We tried calling his number from Aidan's phone a few times. After checking every room in the house, and outside, we can't find it.

"I could uber you home," I offer.

"No, it's fine," he says. "Actually," he changes his mind, "could you?"

"Yeah, I just called a car. I can have it drop you off."

"That would be great, thanks." He smiles at me. I keep wondering how I got so lucky last night because damn is he cute. He's cute and hot, which is a pretty rare combination in this day and age.

"Do you uh, want my number? For when I find my phone?"

I giggle. "Yeah, sure." I open a new contact and give my phone to him. He enters his number and then takes a picture of his glitter-covered self for the contact picture. He passes me my phone, and I glance at the new contact.

"Maybe we can hang out without being blackout drunk," I offer.

Finn laughs, "yeah, that would be fun," he smiles. I smile back.

I really did get lucky.