Finn Wolfhard Imagines

104 - valentines day

I'm a hopeless romantic I admit that. I want a relationship just like the movies. So I can't help but be disappointed when it doesn't turn out that way.

February 13th, 11:30pm and I'm at home alone while my boyfriend is out hanging with his friends the night before Valentines. This isn't the first time he's ditched me. It's been like this since the beginning.

I hear my phone ring beside me and I see Finn's name flash across the screen. I roll my eyes and let it fall to voicemail. He didn't even bother to call a second time. I was used to it. His pride would never let himself be rejected twice, especially if he was with his friends. Even if I had picked up, he would've talked to me like shit, calling me names and telling me to go to the kitchen. That's how it always was when he was with his friends because that whole group lives on a foundation of toxic masculinity and disrespecting women.

I pick up my phone and send him a text message.

Y/N:
I wanna break up. I don't want to do this anymore.

And sent.

There was an instant reply.

Finn:
You might wanna look out your window before you make that call :)

I narrow my eyes at the text and jump off my bed, pulling my curtains back and see him standing on the hood of his car with a cardboard sign with the letters spelling 'Happy Valentines Day'. I couldn't help but smile at this unexpected gesture.

I lift my window up and stick my head out, "what are you doing?"

"I know I've been a shitty boyfriend but I'll do better from now on."

"Do you expect me to forgive you for ditching me just because you did this?"

"I don't expect you too but maybe you will tonight at your favourite restaurant. 7 o'clock. I'll pick you up."

My smile grows larger, "maybe."

"I'll see you tonight Y/N. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Finn," I'm about to head back into my room until I'm stopped.

"Hey Y/N, nice tits," I look down and see my cleavage on full display for the whole neighbourhood to see and pull my top up and roll my eyes, heading back inside my room, closing the window and pulling the curtains together.

Once an asshole, always an asshole.