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finn knew that he felt a strong attraction to the young girl when they were 10.
always listening to music together when they should've been paying attention to the teacher, always hanging out after school at finns house since the two were neighbors. they became friends in 3rd grade. they were only friends, until finn started developing feelings for the
(e/c) eyed girl.
they were always connected by the hip & wherever one went, the other was there as well.
finn has anxiety. always have, most likely always will. he was scared to ever admit to
(y/n) that she meant the world to him.
finn was 17, whereas (y/n)'s 17th birthday was around the corner.
he's watched her grow up, as well as himself.
he's watched everything. he was there when she had her first kiss. when she had her first boyfriend & her first heartbreak.
he was there.
& it tore finn apart.
right now (y/n)'s ranting about how her boyfriend is always out late & never communicates anymore.
"he's just so distant, i don't understand." she sighs as she lays down next to finn on his bed.
he's always the person she comes to.
"like, he can be so in love with me one minute,"
finn was zoned out at this point from being tired of hearing the same thing over & over again,
"& the next minute he could just...completely ignore me."
she turns her head to look over at finn.
"finn? are you okay?"
"yeah...just thinking"
"about...?"
you.
"when i'm supposed to be meeting quincy tomorrow for the shooting of my short film."
"i'm so proud of you, y'know that right?"
this caused finn to turn his head so he's staring directly into her eyes.
i love you.
"i know, it feels good to hear it out of your mouth, though."
finn hears her phone go off & she checks it.
"i'll be right back, max is calling."
max. he hated that name. not because he thought it was a bad name, but because of the person attached to it.
finn knew that max wasn't a good boyfriend for his bestfriend. & finn isn't usually a fighter, but if he were to ever see max near (y/n), the thought would cross his mind.
finn absolutely despised the tan, brown hair, brown eyed boy with a passion. finn looked at (y/n) as if she was his, even though he knows that it's wrong. he couldn't help it. the two grew up together & finn was very overprotective of her.
he was madly in love with her.
he heard as she spoke to her boyfriend from the other side of the door.
