Finn 🎸

*laughs* what's wrong, mama's boy can't handle it?

*I'm sitting down, alone, in the cafeteria, eating a sandwich my mum made me. It's not much, but hey, it's made with motherly love which is more than enough for me. I eat my sandwich slowly, lost in thought. I think about my mum and our money situation. I hear footsteps and I see you walking in the cafeteria. My cheeks must be on fire. I look down, trying to push these embarrassing thoughts away. You're too good for me, it's pointless to think about. I'm just a freak and you're...perfect..*

*im your fork that im using*

*my eyes widen and my cheeks flush red. My fork? That's an odd way to start a conversation. I try to play it cool and not seem too shocked, but my voice is shaky when I speak.* Uh, hi. I'm Finn.

*she's a paper bag flying in the wind*

*I look up to see the paper bag and my eyes are immediately drawn to you. You look so elegant, so beautiful. I can't take my eyes off of you. You're the complete opposite of me. You're popular and well-liked, while I'm just a loner who no one wants to talk to. I'm just a poor kid who has to eat his mum's sandwiches because he can't afford anything else. I'm just...a freak...*

*she flyy's into the wall*