Finn Wolfhard Imagines (Book 2)

22. Her - Finn

On where you meet a boy name Finn, somehow roaming through Los Angeles with him during the night. You're oblivious to the way you make him feel.

Song: Her by Chase Atlantic

Sorry if this is going to be crap. I've been working outside most of the day and I'm so tired! I haven't had motivation to write but I'm forcing myself to

Also pretend Finn Drives in this one

Update: I've been working on this imagine for four days now....I've been to busy writing my Jack Grazer fan fic and 5 other stories on my drafts...

I smacked my gum, looking out my window. My stomach let out a loud growl, signaling that I need to eat.

I called an uber, wanting to go to Taco Bell(you can change it if you want).

When I walked inside I was greeted by a cute cash register guy with black curly hair.

"Hi, can I get y/f/c?"

"Sure thing, that'll be 5.34." I got my wallet, handing him a ten. I like the way his freckles shine across his face like stars. It's very cute.

When he handed me my change I stopped him. "Keep it."

The boy gave me a smile, thanking me as he hands me my cup.

I sat down at the back, facing him. There was only a mom eating here with her daughter and an old couple.

A few minutes later the boy called me over with my bag.

"That was quick." I smirked.

"Well I try my best to keep these guys in check."

"Boy you need to quit lying!" A girl with an english accent yelled. "We're not the ones eyeballing her."

He hisses at her. "Millie be quiet!"

"She has a point." A boy says.

"Noah!" He barks.

I smirked, seeing his face become red. "Don't worry, I've been eyeballing you as well." I looked at his name tag. "Finn."

I turned my back to him, sitting back down. I could feel his eyes glued to mine.

My mouth drooled over my m/f/c, quickly digging in.

After a few minutes I heard a chuckle from up front.

"What's funny Finn?" I asked. I like saying his name.

"You have something on the side of your cheek, like a lot of it." I got out my compact mirror, gasping. Was I really eating like a pig?

I quickly wipe it off, trying so hard not to jump in front of a car.

Fifteen minutes had past with both of us occasionally glancing at each other before I threw my food away, realizing it was almost closing time.