Finnceline Fan Fic Chapter Two
I fiddled with the strings of my bass, not really planning to do anything else that day. There wasn’t anything to do. Finn’s birthday went well, he told me last night. He actually went on and on about what he got…silly boy. I strangely found myself thinking about him lately, when I’m floating in bed, when I’m playing my bass. It’s gotten to the point where it’s annoying. But I can’t stop, no matter what I do. Everything I try just gets me thinking about him again. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door and a series of shuffling noises. I floated to it lazily, not exactly wanting to, and opened it a tiny bit.
“Who is it?” I tried to hiss, but it came out hoarse. I heard a chuckle.
“It’s me! Finn! Who else? And you have a window you know.” He laughed, pushing the door open. I levitated away, blushing lightly.
“I know!” I said weakly. He looked at me curiously as he closed the door.
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