Finney x reader

Chapter 13: My name Isn't girl.

March, 1979: 

A/n: I forgot about this story, so sorry for ghosting u babies :( 

The car came to a stop in front of your modest, yet familiar, rundown home. Jimmy opened the door for you, but you stepped out with a sense of shame. "It's okay, girl. How about I make you some-" you cut him off, feeling the need to correct him. "My name isn't girl, Jimmy..." You walked ahead of him, pulling your hoodie over your head. "It's Y/n," you mumbled.

Jimmy placed a hand on your shoulder, a slight expression of pity spreading across his face. "I know, kid," he whispered. "Then why... why wouldn't you tell me? Why would you keep me here, spend all your money on me and stuff... like, why do you care about me?" You wiped away your tears, your hands clenched tightly into fists. "Because you had nowhere else to go!" Jimmy's hands fell to his sides as he looked at you earnestly. "Because when you came to me, cold, wet, and scared, you were alone." His words hit you like a sharp knife. "I-I..." you struggled to find the right words to say. "Goodnight."

Leaving Jim alone in the kitchen, you made your way to your room, bidding him a quiet "goodnight" in response. The following morning greeted you with a serene atmosphere, rain softly tapping against your windowsill as you got ready for the day. Putting on your chosen outfit, you stepped out of the small house, the neighborhood still slumbering while you ventured into the waking world. It was 5am, the cool air and gentle rain accompanying your journey. Your plan was simple: arrive at school earlier to delve into the newspapers you had brought with you, and after classes, enlist Finney's company in visiting the police station to uncover any remaining clues about your true identity. All you sought was a glimmer of reassurance, a confirmation that your mystery would finally be unraveled. Stepping into the building, you ascended to the library, plopping your heavy bag onto the carpeted floor as you settled down beside it.

Rummaging through the stack of newspapers in your bag, you grabbed one haphazardly. With caution, you flipped open the front page, your eyes scanning the contents until they froze. There, in the bottom right corner, was your name printed on the page. "Small town gets emotionally struck by the case of Y/n L/n, a 3-year-old girl who went missing in her own crib, on June 16, 1968. Police say she was stolen by a tall man in full black, wearing a white smiling mask with devil horns..." You continued reading, flipping to the next page.

The weight of realization hit you as you lifted your gaze from the paper. "The girl's parents were home at the time, simply cooking lunch when a large black van pulled over to the park across from their home. The parents remember putting the girl in bed, and within five minutes she was gone, snatched from her own crib..." Shock overwhelmed you. "Reports say that the black van had been spotted in multiple locations near the home, parking for a few hours before suspiciously driving away." Your vision blurred as you scanned the following paragraphs, and there it was—your photograph.

A snapshot of a three-year-old girl with the most mesmerizing, innocent eyes imaginable...    Your eyes.

---

Finney POV: 

Ever since the whole grabber ordeal, something inside me had shifted. I found a newfound confidence that came with the realization that life was too short to hold back. I started doing crazier things, pushing myself out of my comfort zone. Making a few friends, sneaking out of class from time to time—just living a little, you know? But whenever I was around Y/n, it's like I reverted back to being that stupid, nerdy weirdo I used to be.

Ever since she walked into that classroom, everything changed. Maybe I was just tired of being stuck in my own head, or maybe she had become this constant presence that consumed my thoughts. It's like I couldn't focus on anything else anymore, my mind just fixated on her.

Heading into school, I rocked my new style—ACDC shirt, ripped jeans, a red bandanna wrapped around my head, and a checkered blouse tied around my waist. With a touch of smudged eyeliner under my eyes, I was what this school considered cool. But deep down, it wasn't about fitting in or being trendy. It was about what I had been through.

 After Gwen headed off to her classroom, I made my way to return the book I had been reading. As I approached the counter, the lady took my books, and I flashed her a friendly smile before turning towards the door. However, my eyes abruptly locked onto Y/n, who sat on the floor, tears streaming down her face, surrounded by scattered newspapers.

Curiosity getting the better of me, I crouched down to her level. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked, a hint of concern in my voice. Y/n looked up, clearly taken aback. "Geez, I mean, yeah, I'm fine. Why?" I hesitated, feeling a sudden freeze in the air. "I don't know... You just seemed kind of sad," I replied, my gaze shifting towards the newspapers spread out before her. Y/n's eyes drifted down, and then she looked back up at me, her sadness piercing through her gaze.

"I'm going to be honest with you. I have no idea what the heck I'm doing, but I think you can help me..." Her words hung in the air, heavy with vulnerability. She sought my assistance, and I couldn't help but meet her gaze with determination. "Can you help me?" she asked, the question lingering between us. My mind raced with possibilities as I considered her plea. "How?" I asked.

She quickly scanned the papers, stuffing them into her bag before gripping my wrist and pulling me out of the library in a hurry. We stumbled through the hallways, her firm grip guiding me as we made our way behind the school. Y/n led the way, effortlessly scaling the black fence, urging me to follow. "Hurry up, Finney, or we'll get caught," she warned playfully, her words causing a lump to form in my throat. Hearing her say my name felt exhilarating, and I couldn't help but smile as she giggled in response.

With determination, I tried to emulate her, attempting to clamber over the fence. However, my landing was far from graceful, and I winced as I dusted myself off, quickly catching up to Y/n as we ventured through the park. It hit me then, the realization sinking in—I had just skipped school with a girl, and not just any girl.

Y/n.

---

(1161 Words)

GUYS I'M SO SORRY I LITERALLY SPENT ALL OF MY FREE TIME ON THIS CHAPTER AND I'M SPLITTING IT INTO MULTIPULE CHAPTERS SINCE I WROTE SO MUCH!

-P.s, if you don't like how this story is going please comment your ideas, I wanna make this story for you guys instead of just for me yk?

-L