(Read A/n at the bottom)
Finn's POV
Finally, after finishing filming my new movie The Turning, i got to go home to Vancouver to have a couple weeks to myself before i have to back and film another movie.
"Ah my baby boy, welcome home" smiled my mom, pulling me into a hug
"Ugh mom, you're embarrassing me" i shook my head looking down with red cheeks
"Pfft, embarrassing who? None of your friends are here"
"I am embarrassed with myself" my mom gave me a look before shaking it off with a smile and sending me to bed.
I took off my hoodie and tossed it on my bed carelessly, it's been months since I've gotten to sleep in my own bed, yet i can't find the means to sleep. An old idea popped into my head, i smiled to myself and lifted open my window, climbing up to the rooftop.
I've done this ever since i was in 7th grade but for some reason something felt...off. I looked to the right and noticed a girl with y/h/l y/h/c hair sitting on the roof of her house which wasn't that far from mine.
I noticed her sighed and look down, writing something down on a large notebook. She seemed...sad but how could someone as beautiful as her be so sad? Wait, what? I didn't even know she existed and now I'm calling her beautiful, get a grip man. Although I'm not wrong. She is very much so, beautiful.
"Psst!" I whispered trying to get her attention without also getting the attention of my mother.
She didn't even flinch. I bit my lip thinking of something when my eyes landed towards a small pebble, not enough to hurt her but enough to get her attention. She jumped a little and turned towards me, her eyes meeting min and holy cow i think i just laid eyes on possibly the most stunning girl ever.
I smiled brightly and waved, she stared at me as if i had a bird on my head. She wrote something down on the paper and turned it towards me
Who are you?
Said the large black ink, i looked around for something to write her back and realized i had nothing besides my phone, pulling out my iPhone X, i wrote down my response.
My name is Finn, who are you?
A light smile grew on her face as she wrote back a response.
Y/n. Nice shoes
I looked down confused at why she would even notice my shoes and noticed the bottoms had a bright red design on it. I sighed and looked back up at her holding another sign
So, you're a little rich boy aren't you?
Pfft noo why would you say that?
Maybe because you're wearing louboutin sneakers right now
That doesn't mean anything....
Oh and you're wearing Piguet watch on
She had a satisfied smirk plastered on her face, i shook my head and shrugged
Just...advantages to this job i guess
Job? What kind of job do you work at to be able to buy louboutin sneakers and a Piguet watch???
