Finn Wolfhard
I met Finn at a party. He leaned in a doorway watching me. Short messy brown curls. Dark brown eyes. Black leather jacket. Black shirt. Black jeans. He smirked and looked away. Later he found me. Took me to a lake. Kissed me. Said we could never just be friends. He was right.
About Finn Wolfhard
I met Finn at a party. He leaned in a doorway watching me. Short messy brown curls. Dark brown eyes. Black leather jacket. Black shirt. Black jeans. He smirked and looked away. Later he found me. Took me to a lake. Kissed me. Said we could never just be friends. He was right.