you knew it was downright pathetic to be constantly checking your phone for a text back from some boy, but you couldn’t help it. it was as if finn wolfhard just activated it.

your friends had set you up on a blind date last night, and the two of you hit it off. he had told you he’d text you later that night, but he never did.

so, you sent a message last night. then one this morning. and, third time’s a charm, ten minutes ago.

and there was still no fricking reply from him.