𝙜𝙖𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙨 [finn wolfhard imagines]

𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙨*

I inhale the cloud of smoke from the bong in my hands, releasing the bowl as I exhale. The smoke quickly fades from in front of me, disappearing into the ocean breeze.

The view in front of me is stunning, the palm trees lining the beach, and lush tropical hills visible on the horizon across the water. I put the bowl back in and take another hit, this one longer than the last. I exhale again, letting out a content hum as I do so.

I look over at Finn on the opposite end of the sofa. He can see me out of the corner of his eye and holds out his hand for me to pass him the bong. We're both curled up on completely opposite sides of the outdoor couch. Both lost in our own worlds and stoned as rocks, neither of us really needs to talk to anybody at the moment. Everybody else went to sleep, but for some reason, I'm still up, and so is Finn.

For a little context, our friend, who has quite rich parents, brought the whole group on a trip to Hawaii. We're renting a villa on the beach for a week and a half, and it's been nothing short of the time of our lives so far. We've just been basking around in the sun and exploring the island by day, and fucking off and getting wasted at night.

Another important detail, I'm the only girl in the group. So it's just me and five teenage boys. I can't decide if it's a blessing or a nightmare, but they're all better friends to me than most girls are, they just get me more. They're all my closest friends, except for Finn.

I'm not exactly sure why, but Wolfhard and I just... clash. We're both the most outgoing, the comedians of the group. This has brought us to be super competitive towards each other, both trying to defend our spot as the clown friend. It's always pissed me off since I was in the group before he was, but everybody else decided to start inviting Finn to all our hangouts, and there wasn't really any way for me to stop it. Not like it bothers me that much, things are just a certain way between Finn and me that probably is better off without being investigated.

It just felt wrong to me when Finn joined the group, like we were replacing our other friend who moved cities and couldn't really spend time with the group anymore. She was the only other girl, and my best friend, so it just almost felt to me like the guys simply replaced her with Finn.

Finn passes the bong back to me after a few hits, and I lazily take a few more inhales. "Shit, we're gonna need to pack a new bowl,"  I complain.

"Huh," hums Finn. He doesn't even look in my direction, his attention fully fixated on the ocean and the horizon. He hasn't said a word for the entire half-hour or so that it's been just the two of us. In fact, I think it may be the first time that Finn and I have been alone together. It might be because he doesn't like me and wants to avoid talking to me, but I honestly think he's just too high to think of anything to say. We're both just kind of tuned out of reality, focusing on the view and the soft music playing from my speaker on the outdoor coffee table in front of us.

"Could you skip this song?" he asks. I'm almost surprised that he speaks.

"Yeah," I sigh, skipping the song on my speaker.

I stare at him. I don't think the boy has moved since he sat down. He's just been gazing off into the distance and ripping a bong for the past half hour, barely moving a muscle in his body. Not like I've been doing much either, I've just bee scrolling through memes on twitter. Finn glances over at me, he seems to have noticed that I'm looking at him.

"What?" he asks, a tone of hostility in his voice.

"Nothing," I say, rolling my eyes. "You just seem like, really lost in thought."

"Holy shit," he laughs, "I am. shit. Sorry."

I laugh. It's good to know that he hasn't completely greened out.