~ You're Taught To Be Good, But You Learn To Be Bad ~ Finn Wolfhard X Reader

Toss Em' Back

Warning: This chapter has references to minor underage drinking, teenage partying, crude language and adult conversation topics. If any of the following makes you uncomfortable please skip this chapter. Otherwise please enjoy the following...

***

Your POV

  Gaten pulled over the car on the side of the street. At the end of the block was a large house with shimmering, bright lights on it and a tarp that said...  

"Welcome To Hell!"

  Gaten suddenly looked back at Finn and I. He had a smirk painted on his face.  

"You ready, Buttercup?" Gaten asked, looking me over.

"Are you ready?" I replied in a sassy tone, crossing my arms.

"Okay, Hotness... Cool your jets." Finn laughed. I looked back at him and placed a quick kiss on his lips, he jumped; he seemed almost taken aback at my kiss, but the uneasiness melted away and he smiled, before returning the kiss and smashing his lips on mine.

"Alright lovebirds, get out of my car." Gaten laughed. We followed the direction and climbed out; Millie, Sadie, Caleb, and Carl following behind us.

We walked down the street Finn and I wrapped around each other, while the group followed. We marched together, I looked around at us, realizing something...

The Delinquents were a group of misfits, a group of fuck-ups, but we were also family. From the moment I arrived they'd given me nothing, but a support, unlike my actual family. We were closely knit and together we were the children of the damned. I couldn't ask for anything more.

We entered the crowded house. Music blasting so loud, I could barely hear myself think. Teenagers were everywhere, I recognized a few people, but they were all people who hated me, I shrugged it off. Finn and I walked together, still attached at the side as we made our way to the kitchen. As soon as we entered, groups of people began to cheer.

"Wolfhard! Wolfhard! Wolfhard! Wolfhard!" They shouted.

Finn leaned in close next to me, felt his lip brush my ear.

"I'm kinda famous here." He whispered. I pulled away and laughed.

"Oh, are you?" I smirked. He nodded and left a small kiss on my forehead. Again, the crowds cheered. Suddenly another teenage guy approached us. He had choppy, brown hair and deep brown eyes. He was rather cute.

"Yo, Finn!" He shouted, holding his hand out. Finn grabbed it and pulled him into a hug.

"Hey, Jack." He laughed, pulling away. "Shit! Y/n, this is Jack Dylan Grazer. Another one of my buddies from the South-side."

"Hi." I smiled, he looked me up and down with a smirk.

"Damn Finn."

"What?" He laughed.

"You always picked the hot girls." He smirked. Finn looked over at me with a smile.

"Yes, I do." He grinned. I rolled my eyes, trying to hide the blush in my cheeks.

"Whatever."

"You guys want a drink?" Jack asked. Finn looked at me for confirmation. He seemed somewhat nervous.