RECORDS ◈ FINN WOLFHARD

13 | Under The Boardwalk

Y/N

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"I TRIED SEARCHING you up," Finn said, handing me a corndog, "on the days I missed you the most."

We had been walking for almost an hour, yet it felt like only a few simple minutes. Catching up with him was like finding the missing piece of a puzzle, and after months spent looking, we finally connected again.

"You did?" I smiled softly, taking it from his hands.

We had a tiny argument about who would pay for the snacks, but in the end we decided to split it. He was too generous for his own sake, because even thought he knew I was a multi-millionaire (I really don't like to bring it up, I'm not that kind of person), he was more concerned with being polite.

I didn't want him to spend his money on me, when I could buy 15 corndogs if I wanted to.

"I did," Finn nodded, pushing me gently towards the boardwalk stairs, "but nothing new came up."

Oh. I really hoped he wouldn't notice that I hadn't released any new albums, but he did. I suppose it was nice that he was checking up on me at least.

 I sighed, brushing my hair out of my face, "that's because I haven't been able to write any new songs."

"Oh?"

"Harry says it's because I've lost all inspiration, Niall says I'm lazy, and Sadie rarely brings up the topic."

"I don't see how you could have lost inspiration," the boy mused, taking a bit of his food, "because you have everything to be inspired by."

I tilted my head, "I didn't have you."

Hearing those words come out of my mouth made the tip of Finn's nose turn pink, and he turned his head away to hide it. I really wish he didn't. I thought it was cute how the little phrases made him blush, and that cuteness was something I so dearly missed.

As we neared the end of the stairs, I hopped onto the warm sand of the beach, and held my hand out towards the curly-haired boy.

"Have you ever been under the boardwalk?" I questioned, smiling as he laced his fingers with mine.

"Not yet, but I've heard the song," he nodded.

"The one by The Drifters?"

"Yeah, I used to play that all the time back at the shop."

"Well, this time you have to experience it in person," I grinned, tugging him towards the empty space beneath the wooden bridge, "it's amazing."

As we trudged along the sand, the sounds of the oceans waves crashing against the shore surrounded us. Finn's hair was tangled in the chilly breeze, flying across his eyes as we ran towards the bottom of the boardwalk.

Once we reached the empty spot, I dug my feet in the sand and wrinkled my nose at the salty air.

"I come here when I feel sad sometimes," I admitted, "which means I've been here more in the past year."

Finn's eyes glinted with interest, "why?"

"Because I missed you."

"But now I'm here," he said, his eyes crinkling as he smiled, "don't worry about coming here alone anymore."

I squeezed his hand, turning to look at the setting sun peeking through the column of the wooden bridge.

I felt dull for so many months, all emotions dried out of me like a rainless desert, but now I felt like so many words were running through my brain. I wanted to scream, yell, cry, celebrate, all at the same time, but mostly I wanted to....write.

Write a song about what I was feeling standing under the boardwalk with Finn.

"I have to tell you something," Finn mumbled, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, "I just want to know."

I tiled my head, "know what?"

"If we can get it right this time."

I knew what he was implying, but my antisocial self got the better of me.

Even thought I had so much to say...I had trouble actually saying it. I guess I was just so shocked that I finally found Finn after all this time and that he wanted to get it right. Get us right.

But all I could get out of my mouth was:

"Get what right?"

Finn looked at me blankly, confused on how I didn't understand what he was implying. I almost wanted to sink into the sand.

Gosh, I'm so bad at romanticism.

"I meant that, now that we have more time," he explained, biting his lip nervously "can we...try it out?"

"Try what out?"

I just wanted to hear him say it at this point.

I wanted to know that I wasn't just assuming things, and that whatever I felt back in Vancouver was real. That the boy from the record shop was still the boy standing in front of me now, and that we both were thinking the same things.

It had been so long, I just wanted to know.

"I want to be your boyfriend, [y/n]," Finn stated, snatching up both of my hands, "I want to be your freaking boyfriend."

And there it was.

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so sorry I haven't updated this in so long, I lost so much track ah!
I'll be updating this more frequently!
thanks for waiting <3