FAIRYTALES → FOAH

three

noah

so finn knows i've devoloped a tiny crush on him, but he gave me his number? i don't think he's gay, but at the same time, i don't know.

i sent him a text after making him a contact in my phone.

noah: hi you must think i'm really weird or insane

finn: i don't think that

noah: mixed feelings?

finn: yeah.

so he didn't like me? but he didn't not like me? i always found guys confusing.

finn isn't bisexual probably, he's probably straight. he's most likely confused. my phone buzzed as the bus reached my spot.

finn: noah i think i'm gay

i squinted. i had to be reading that wrong.

noah: is that a typo? if not for who?

i didn't want to barge into his business, but i kinda wanted to know, a lot.

finn: you.

my heart stopped, my eyes widened. really? wait, seriously? this couldn't be true. he's finn, popular, tall, nice.

noah: so what does that make us?

that's such an awkward question, but what else am i supposed to ask?

finn: i guess we're boyfriend and boyfriend ;)

noah: i know exactly what to call us.

finn: what's your idea, noah?

noah: i don't know if you'd like to, but here's a good name. foah.

finn: foah, i like it.

i smiled into my phone. he's so nice, i wouldn't have imagined he'd like me. suddenly, a quiet knock on the window startled me. i saw a figure in a black hoodie. i unclasped my window, curious as to who it could be.

the figure hopped in and jumped on my bed as they uncovered their head.

it was finn.