𝙜𝙖𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙨 [finn wolfhard imagines]

𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 [1]

The doorbell rings, and I run down the hallway straight to the door. I was ready early, so I've just been patiently waiting for my boyfriend. I swing open the door to see Finn's smiling face.

"Hi," he says.

"Happy Valentines day," I smile. I quickly stand up on my tiptoes, grab his cheeks, and plant one on his lips.

When I pull away I notice something in his hands. "Finn, really?" We both agreed not to get each other gifts since we both value experiences way more, plus neither of us really wanted anything anyway. It's our first February 14th in a relationship so we don't want to put any pressure on it.

He laughs a bit, glancing at the flowers he's holding. "I know, my mom said you would be upset if I didn't. She talked me into it."

I laugh with him and accept the flowers. They're white roses, in a little flower bag with a red ribbon tied in a bow. "Well, they're beautiful. I like them," I smile. "Thank you."

Finn smiles, glad I didn't get pissed that he broke our agreement. "You look great," he says, eyeing me up and down, "I love the outfit, it goes with the flowers." I smile, he's right. I'm dressed a little nicer than usual, with a denim jacket, white cropped t-shirt, and red skinny corduroy pants. I'm also wearing my white doc martens, which I dug out from the back of my closet. Plus I did my hair and makeup a bit.

"You look good too," tell him. He does. His curls look neater than usual, and he's wearing a white short-sleeved peels button-up with black jeans and a belt. It impresses me how well he dresses compared to ninety-nine percent of other guys our age. I'm also impressed that he didn't wear a beanie for once, not that I mind when he does.

I nod my head into the kitchen and he follows me in. I look around in the cabinets until I find a vase, and put take the flowers out of the bag and put them in water. I adjust them so that they look even, then put the vase in the center of my kitchen island.

"You ready?" Finn asks once I'm done.

"Yep." I follow him outside to his car. I sit down in the passenger seat and put on our favorite playlist while he starts the engine. 

"So," he says as he drives, "I have a surprise for tonight." We said we were just gonna spend the night in and watch movies.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah." He says. I didn't seem too enthusiastic, so his tone is a little confused.

"This is awkward," I say.

"What?" he asks.

"So do I."

"Ohhh," he says, looking at me.

"Eyes on the road," I remind him, both of us smiling.

"Well, we could do both? Mine isn't that big. It's- you'll see. I dunno, it's not that special."

I think. "Mine isn't that big either. Yeah, that works. I think." As long as his plan doesn't have a time constraint, it should work out.

"We'll figure it out later," he says.

I nod in agreement, then return my focus to picking the right song.

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"What are you gonna get?" I ask Finn, as I look at the menu.

"Probably the waffles. What about you?"

"I think the French Toast."

He nods, looking at the back of his menu. "Wise choice."

As if on cue, our server comes by and asks for our orders. We decided to get brunch for valentines day because, well, we both like breakfast so why not make it special. We've eaten at this diner a few times before together, so we already know we'll like it.