Finn Wolfhard Imagines (Book 2)

23. Fun Time - Finn

   "FINN!" I yelled, looking around.

   "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?" He yells from the kitchen. "I'M TRYING TO OPEN THIS JAR OF PICKLES-AH!"

   I stared at him with a look that says 'are you fucking kidding me?' as he tried with all his might to open it.

   I held out my hand. "Give it to me."

   He reluctantly gave me the jar, saying "It won't open."

Pop

   Finn jaw drops at me opening the jar without a problem. "You're such a wimp."

   "I-I obviously loosened it for you."

   I scoffed, rolling my eyes yet smiling. "Sure, that explains it. Like that one time you couldn't carry my books three feet while I carried them for the next six blocks."

   "You had a million of those thick ass textbooks." He argued.

   "It was three!" I yelled, holding up three fingers. "Face it, your best friend is stronger than you."

   "At least you're not my girlfriend, that would be even more embarrassing!"

   I got up, storming to him. "I'd rather hang a noose around my neck than date you!" 

   "Good 'cause I won't go to your funeral and gladly piss on your grave!"

   My eyes widen, backing away before the both of us burst out laughing. "You love me."

   I shake my head. "No, I love food." 

   "You love everything other than me." He says matter of factly. "If food was a person you would ditch me and go marry it. Getting a tattoo that says, property of Food." He bats his eyelashes as he says it.

  My eyes turned into slits. "Fuck you Wolfhard."

   "You'd rather fuck food."

   "True that." I laughed. "We should get food."

   "Chipotle?"

   I nodded, grabbing his car keys. (Pretend he drives A.N)

   On the way there he was blasting The Lemon Twigs, us singing at the top of our lungs.

   "To be the same with you." Finn sing loudly off key.

   "Is love for the real life."

   "When I look into your eyes!" He sang, pointing to me.

   "I'm not telling you lies!"

   "BABY!" We screamed. "Why won't you love me?"

   "Sugar! Girl, why won't you love me?"

   "I've tried and I tried on my life on my life, to let you to see!" Finn sang, getting a little low yet pitch with the last words.
  
   "Babayyyy! I guess you're just not the one for me!" We both sang along to the da of the beat, jumping up and down.

   "I WANNA BE WITH YOU!" Finn screeched. I quickly hopped up, covering his mouth as he continued to sing. Our windows were cracked open so people were giving us weird looks.

   "Finn shut up!" I hissed. When he wouldn't I turn the volume all the way down.

    Awe why did you that?" He whines, turning it back up.

   I turned it back down. "You're going overboard."

   He scoffs, flipping his imaginary long hair. "As if you weren't."

   Him and I walked into Chipotle(I've never been to Chipotle so imma skip some parts cause I don't know the food and all but I saw in a interview that Finn prefers Chipotle over Taco Bell 'cause it's like healthier and I was like DAMN, all I care is about I'd getting fat then)

   After our food came I was on my phone when Finn kicked my shin. "Ow!"

   "Why are you texting Noah?" He asks, looking at my screen.

   "He wants me to play Roblox with him and Millie's little sister tonight."

   "Ugh you guys and roblox." He groans.

    I groaned back. "Ugh, you and Mario Kart."

   Finn lets out the loudest high pitch gasp in existence, putting a hand over his heart and falling out of the booth.

   "Quit being so overdramatic and get your ass up!" I ordered, pulling him up. 

   He waves me up. "No, leave me and my heart to die."

    "Good, I won't come to your funeral and will gladly piss on your grave."

   "See, you don't care about me."

   "Damn right. I don't give a shit about you and Chipotle." That made him gasp even more, falling back onto the ground. His eyes were closed and his tongue was sticking out. I took advantage to take a picture a post it.
 
*picture*

Caption: when you diss @finnwolfhardofficial about Mario Kart and Chipotle😂

   Finn finally got up, stealing a piece of my food. I was to late to smack his hand away so I did a spit ball at him.

   "No!" He yells, wrapping a tiny wrapper into a ball and putting it into his straw. I quickly ducked and saw him hit an old guy.

   "Sorry!" He yells. The man gave turned his back on him. Finn quickly looks back at me, glaring. "Look what you made me do."

   "No, that was all your fault. You decided to do it when you could've just ignored me."

   He continues to glare at me as I took his hand. "Let's get outta here!"

   During the car ride I was being a bit to hyper.

   "Man guess what I want?" I sang. Finn groaned, knowing where I'm going. "Oh watchu want?"

   "Oh gosh not again."

   "I want some fries. Want from fries."

   "Don't." Finn pleads.

   I ignored him, doing weird dancing movements. "I want some barbecue sauce on the side."

   "Y/n stop."

   "Don't forget the chicken wings that I ordered." I turned and pointed my fingers at him, queing him.

   He sighs. "Or you will get knock upside on your head aside with a quarter."

   "YAY!" I squealed.

   "I will throw you out if this car."

    I took off my seatbelt, putting my gave directly in front of his, whispering. "You won't."

   Eeeeerr

   He slammed on the breaks, making me fall. "OW!"

                     

Sometimes I feel like this is how my friends and I are...