face the strange // f.w.

💘 chapter two 💘

When commotion surrounding Finn Fucking Wolfhard finally subsided, everyone seemed to be going back into working order. I had just finished getting changed in the makeshift dressing room (pretty sure it used to be a storage closet, but I wasn't gonna ask), I pressed my back against the wall, sliding down. The vibrations of the noise outside almost made it seem like the floor was rumbling in an earthquake, but I clenched my fists. I wished I could've had my phone, sent out a tweet like, "anxiety lol", and even if the people responding weren't in my position, they could've understood. Now, the only people here for me were the dust bunnies rolling in the closet.

Shaking my head, I got up, and walked out the door. I glanced to find that the three other models (other "influencers" my age, I guessed - God, I hated that fucking word) posing in the clothes offered to them. Laurel was kneeling down by the camera, focusing on the kids, while Zaynab stood next to her, talking and laughing. Only my cousin would try to flirt with someone while they were working, but that's why I loved her, I guess.

Finally, Laurel looked up from her camera, and nodded towards me.

"You should get ready by hair and makeup!" she shouted. "Finn's already there, getting ready!"

"Of course," I thought. Not only did my first shoot have Finn Wolfhard involved, but I'd have to sit next to him, too. Even worse, he'd probably have to look at me, or even talk to me.

Nevertheless, I forced myself to walk to the hair and makeup station, and there were only two seats with mirrors in front of them. One of them held Finn himself, with a woman fussing with his hair. The woman turned towards me and sat me down with a grin.

"Hi! I'll be working with you today," she said. "We're a little bit short-staffed at the moment, so I'll just get one of my colleagues over here. In the mean time, just try to sit and relax!"

As she ran off to get another hairdresser, I glanced over at Finn, and couldn't help but snort, even though he was a celebrity. Since his hair was only half-done, half of it was tied in a makeshift ponytail, while it looked like the hairdresser tried to flatten the other half, but a few stubborn curls still sprung out anyway.

"Nice hair," I said without thinking, and when Finn looked up at me, I immediately shut my mouth. Before I could wonder if I offended him or not, he looked at my outfit and chuckled.

"Nice outfit," he responded. I glanced down at my outfit, understanding how ridiculous it was. I wore a white Ne'er-Do-Wells t-shirt with the goblin logo on the pocket, with a black sheer long-sleeved shirt underneath. They were tucked in a pair of ripped loose blue jeans with a pair of fishnets underneath. Finn, on the other hand, was just in a black Ne'er-Do-Wells sweatshirt and black jeans. 

"I know, right?" I said sarcastically. "Don't tell Laurel, but there's like, a huge fucking hole on the thigh when I tried putting them on. The jeans cover the rip, but if they're going for a Playboy kind of look and want the jeans off, then I'm basically screwed."

When Finn started laughing, I found myself relaxing in the seat. This guy was human, just like me: it's not like he elevated to some higher being when he got famous or something.

"You're like, sixteen, right?" Finn asked me. When I nodded, he continued. "See, I feel like if they'd want the jeans off in that case, it'd be less 'Playboy' and more 'illegal, call the fucking police right now.'"

"I feel like that shit would fly in Hollywood, though, no?" I asked. Were the jokes risky? Sure, but as long as Finn was laughing, I'd keep them up. "Down here in Washington, we've got a little thing called 'morals'."

"Morals? I don't know her," Finn said, as I spotted the hairdresser come back with someone else. One of them smiled, and asked what we were laughing about. Finn and I looked at each other with a smirk, and I smiled sweetly up at the hairdresser.