Window Pane → Finn Wolfhard

01

[lower case intended]
y/n's pov

moving to a new town is everything i ever feared. i don't want to leave my home, where i know everyone, i grew up, where i had friends, family, people i really cared about.
but i really am leaving, moving to this town that's supposed to be tiny. dawkins, they called it. in america.

my parents are coming with me, but no one else from my home town, no one that i knew. it is gonna be just me, my parents, and a whole new life.
fun!

time skip; a week later
still y/n's pov

i'm here. dawkins, or whatever. that name is sort of weird, but i like weird. weird is good, in my view.
the house isn't actually that bad. it's big, and spacey. we even have an attic, like in all the stories. i kinda wish it is haunted, that would be cool.
my room is really aesthetic, i actually really like it. there's a window seat in my room, just like back at home. i liked to sit there and write my songs, looks like i can do that here.

"alright, sweetheart," says my mother, handing me a couple of piles of my stuff. "put these in your room."

i walk into my room and put my things on my bed. i really can't be bothered to put them away just yet. i will, just not yet.
i look out of the window. i can see the house opposite. the same size as my new one, but pale baby blue instead of pale yellow, it's close enough for me to see into the room directly opposite mine. it's not a window seat, but i can see into the room anyway: it looks like a bedroom. a bed, a couple of posters on the walls, a guitar in one corner. looks like it could be a teenager's room.
i run over to my backpack and get out my notebook and sketch pad, simply to test out this window seat and see if it's as comfortable as at home.
yep, it is.

for some reason, it makes me annoyed. i can't put my finger on it, but i think it's because everything here is so perfect and nice for me. i don't want to want to be here, i want to hate this place because it took me away. but i can't hate it here, it's nice. quiet, and peaceful.
i look back out of the window and jump slightly.

the window opposite is no longer empty, because a boy has evidently just walked in. he hasn't seen me, but from what i can see he's about my age. he's got curly black hair, very sharp jawline and cheekbones and brown eyes. he sits down on his bed and picks up his guitar. he plays a few songs, but i can't hear because his window is shut, like mine is.
i don't know what it is about this boy, but something about him intrigues me. i can't quite tear my eyes away from him.
suddenly he looks up, as though he senses someone watching him. i start and try to look away but somehow can't.

his gaze meets mine, but he's not angry. he tilts his head to one side, looking slightly confused, then nods to himself. he grins at me and waves. i smile and wave back.

he turns his head to the door and shouts something inaudible to someone in his house. then he waves at me again, gets up and walks out.

i sit there for a few minutes, bemused.
what just happened?

"sweetie! come and have your dinner now!"

i go downstairs, hoping to get that boy off my mind. this really isn't the time.

but all evening, all i can think about is him, and how gorgeous his smile is.

-
well, i'm excited to write this.
and Finn's smile is the most gorgeous thing i have ever seen.
[appreciate that he means so much to me he is the only word in this whole chapter with a capital letter.]