finn is your known enemy, you guys always have heated fights during school and yell at each other for random reasons. but that’s just an act.

you and finn are laying on your bed, you are on your phone and finn has his face buried deep into your chest, his hands tight on your waist. he wants attention.

you two weren’t dating, but you weren’t really friends. more like frenemies, and every ‘i hate you’ that left either of you, always meant something else.

you could tell by the way he squirmed ever couple of seconds and the short sighs that escaped him - he needed attention. but you stayed silent, scrolling on your phone.