You loved finn wolfhard his music, his movies, his shows. You loved him. generally.

But. Today.

You we're dragged out of the house, to help your mother up for her photographer job.

you we're just walking around. With your headphones on, listening to a the aubreys song "Sand in My Bed". . Until you heard the song echoing through the halls. You thought maybe your headphones wasn't connected but no, you followed the noise. Then it leaded to a empty room, where a long hair raven messy curled guy in a peppermint hoodie was steumming with his guitar with his slender veiny hands. singing. and it sounded familiar and soothing until you realized.

that was.. Goddamn finn wolfhard. you we're shocked yourself but you listened to him sing "Sand in my Bed"

your heart was pounding, while your stomach was going cartwheels and backflips. At that moment you realized youe mother would be working for finn.