Finn Wolfhard Imagines

100 - date with the bad boy

**pt2 to 91-neither do I**

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I had reluctantly accepted to Finn's proposal to take me out on a date by my friends who were more excited and nervous than me when the day had arrived.

He had picked me up and my friends spied through my bedroom window and I'm pretty sure he could hear the muffled shrieks that came from the second floor because when he had me comfortable in his car like a real gentleman, he sent a look and a salute in their direction.

It was actually perfect, he cleaned up well and he took me to a local fair and I really enjoyed myself, we went on all the fast rides that my friends would normally be too scared to go on so I never had the chance to ride it but Finn had no fear and he insisted on paying for everything despite my refusals.

He dropped me back before curfew ... well a fake curfew made by my parents to make sure I wasn't coming home in the middle of the night.

He had parked on the side of the road and he escorted me to my door with a huge teddy bear in my arms.

"Thank you for today. I really enjoyed myself."

"Me too. The most fun I've had in a while if I'm being honest. I'm glad you enjoyed it though."

We exchanged smiles and noticed him looking from my eyes down to my lips and watched him lean in but I had moved away at the last second so his lips hit my cheek instead. We exchanged eye contact and he seemed confused, his eyebrows furrowed, "I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?" He questions.

"No, everything was perfect it's just when I look at you, I feel like I'm gonna have my heart broken if I fall in love with you and I'm not really in the mental state to go through that. And kissing the girl on the first date, it just screams desperation in my opinion. Like you wanted to prove something by going on a date with me and I won't be objectified or seen as some type of trophy," I rant and exhale deeply, "again, thank you for today. Have a goodnight Finn," I say and don't even wait for his reply before opening the door and shutting it closed behind me, my back pressed against the wall.