Finn Wolfhard Imagines (Book 2)

13. Psychotic Lies[3] - Finn

Song: W.D.Y.W.F.M by The Neighbourhood

Y/h/m = Your Home State
Y/f/s = Your family size

   Pretends you're an only child. I forgot to mention that on part 1.

                             

   "Wake up!" An man yelled.

   I growled at him as he pulled me up.

   "Your ass is lucky Dr. Howell requests that you come out. She needs to speak with you."

   "I don't fucking care." I snarled, walking to Dr. Howell's office.

   Instead on knocking I just burst in there. She was working on some paper work.

   "I'd like to apologize about my words. I did not mean to make you upset."

   "Fuck you."

   She ignored my comment. "I'm just worried about you." I scoffed. "What you did though was highly unacceptable." I rolled my eyes. "I just want to see how you're holding up."

  "How long was I in there?"

   "How long do you think?"

   "Two Days?"

   "Six days."

   I shot up. "Six days? Are you shitting me!"

   She did the calm down gesture. "It was not my decision. However I did pull a few strings to get you out of there. In my opinion that makes the patients worst."

   "What about Finn?"

   "You worry awfully alot about this Finn boy." She mumbles. "He visits Malcolm everyday but he's always asking about you. I told him that you were away for while. A family emergency."

   "We-" I cut myself off, seeing Finn. "Shit." He was looking at me through the open doorway.

   "Come in." Dr. Howell said. He hesitantly did, unsure of what he's walking into. "I see you've met my niece Y/n. She just got back an hour ago."

   He smiled, hugging me. "I was worried. How was the funeral?"

   "I didn't care for it. People die all the time." Dr. Howell coughed at me in a warning. "We should go."

   She gave me the "we'll take later" look as I close the door.

    "Have you listened to my CD yet?" He asked.

   My heart sunk. "No, I left it here in the office."

   "That's okay, but you'll listen to it tonight?" I nodded. "Promise?"  

   I giggled, wrapping my pinkie around his. "Promise. How's Malcolm?"

  "He's getting better. It's just that he told me the doctors are suggesting that he should stay another month."

  Awesome. "Oh, yikes."

   "He's with his parents though. You wanna go for a walk?"

   "Where?"

   "Around the property."

   I looked around, surely I'll won't get into trouble for being outside. "I'd love that."

   Him and I walked outside and he followed me to the garden. It's my favorite place to be at.

   I'm not allowed to be outside often but when I am, I go straight to here.

   My fingers traced over the bench before I sat down.

   "Tell me about yourself." He asks suddenly.

   "Where do I begin.." I muttered. "Well I was born in y/h/s, an only child. I didn't get along well with other people, I'm a do it yourself kind of gal." I said. "There's really nothing for me to tell. My life is an empty book."

   He looks at me in a way that made me melt. "Come on, there has to be something."

   I cleared my throat, rubbing my hands together. "Okay, here's something I haven't told anyone. I write songs and I secretly love really bad horror films."

   He smirks. "Really?"

   "Yes, sorry but my life is not that entertaining." I mentally laugh at my joke. He'll be running if he finds out who I am. I don't want that though, I'd rather die.

   "Not bad." I adored him as the wind blew his hair back, his raven black curls glistening in the sun.

   My urge took over and I wrapped a finger around one of his curls, playing with it.

   His rosy full lips turn into a smile, watching me.

   My fingers were now fully roaming in his hair, loving the soft feeling as I try to purposely mess it up. I'd be lying if I say that this wasn't making him more attractive.

   "Y/n." He says quietly.

   "Mm?" I questioned, to in trance with his hair.

   "Why are you so beautiful?"

   I blushed a crimson red. "That is the biggest lie you've ever told me."

   "I'm not lying."

   I stopped what I was doing and he intertwine his hand with mine.  Is he trying to kill me with his moves? It's already bad enough it's his existence that drives me crazy.

   "Whatever you say cowboy." I giggled, ruffling his hair with my free hand.

  He grabbed that one as well, biting his lip. "Do you want to go on a date with me?"

   "Yes." I said automatically.

   Finn smile grew wider as he smashed his lips against mine.

   Before I could even kiss back he pulled away.

   His face was red from embarrassment. "Shit, I'm so sorry!" I-I didn't m-mean to."

   I giggled. "Kiss me again."

   He didn't have to be told twice, his hands touching the back as my neck as he kissed me with gentleness. I smirked as his body tensed as I slid my tongue across his lips.

   We're kissing, it feels to good to be true.