You and Finn were stargazing, the clock hitting midnight, a weekly routine you two decided to do ever since middle school. Many years later, you two still uphold the tradition. It was no secret that you and Finn were close, maybe a bit closer than friends should be. You two watched the stars, holding each others pinkie fingers as you pointed towards the sky. Finn wasn’t paying attention, his gaze on where your guys’ pinkies intertwined. He then looked back at the sky, mumbling, “I wish you were a girl.”