"Thank you guys, so much. From the bottom of my heart. These past two days have been incredible, and the fact that you put your trust in my hands; that's a large jump on its own. Set dinner is tonight at 9pm. My father, Angelo, will have the directions in the main lobby as you exit."
And again, her feet hit the cement floor. Today's shoot was smooth sailing, but Finn was still trying to get more action.
"Bella?"
"Yeah Finn?"
"Will you kiss me?"
"No Finn."
"Can I have a hug?"
"Will your hands stay North?"
"Maybe."
She went to her dressing room, and started gathering her luggage and bags. There was a small knock on the door, and she shouted for it to open. Finn was there, with all his bags being taken away by his driver.
"Want to hang?"
Isabella bit her lip, and smiled.
"Yeah."
-
"So when do you have to go back to Vancouver?"
It was the question she was dreading to ask, but needed to know.
Finn looked down, fidgeting with his fingers.
"S-Saturday morning."
He sniffled a bit.
It was Thursday.
"Hey, Hey,"
Lifting his chin, she wiped a tear that threatened to fall down his cheek.
"It's okay, we still have one full day tomorrow. We'll do everything you want and more, okay?"
He nodded and smiled. It was a heartbreaking smile. One that you need to see to survive but in the end will kill you.
"Bella?"
"Yeah?"
Finn, don't back out this time.
"I,"
You have one shot.
"really, really like being with you."
God damn it, Finn!
"And I, Mr. Wolfhard, like being with you too."
She leaned in, and placed a short but sweet kiss on his lips. It lingered for a bit, sparks still flying.
-
"And then Nick just completely tumbled over!"
Angelo, Isabella's dad, and Finn both bellowed out laughter at Finn recalling his past. Bella and her mother had been admiring the two, and how great they got along.
The four sat at the main head of the table; Isabella's parents next to each other, and the same with Finn & Bella; and were talking up a storm with everyone around them.
Isabella was giving many thanks to all the set workers, but wouldn't mind when Finn distracted her.
"Hey, Bella?"
She turned her head, still smiling from the compliments she had just got from the shoot, now looking at Finn.
"What's up?"
He fidgeted nervously,
"Would you go out on a date with me tomorrow?"
Isabella's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth turned into a grin.
Finn on the other hand, was bracing for her answer.
"Yes, I'd love to."
He leaned to the left and hugged her, while she did the same. When they released, he whispered in her ear.
"You know, I'd kiss you right here and right now, but I have a feeling there's a few people watching us."
They both turned their heads, eyes scoping the table. All of the set workers were smiling and clapping.
Bella laughed.
"Good thinking, Finnlard."
-
That night, Bella in her bed, and Finn in his hotel, both fell asleep thinking about each other. Each felt a sliver of emptiness; there was no warmth beside them.
Finn wanted so desperately for Isabella to let loose, and live her life.
Isabella wanted Finn to experience the little things; with her.
They wanted to love each other.
But love is so difficult when you have no idea what it is.
-
"Hey, Finnlard."
"Hey, Bella."
She giggled at his morning voice, and could practically see the smile he wore through the phone.
"What time is our little soirée at?"
"Our soirée, or as the English call it, a date, is at 11:00am. So we can spend the whole day together."
"Well, Mr. Wolfhard, I am most excited."
"As am I, Miss. Vuitton. I'll be by to pick you up just before then."
"Goodbye Finn."
"Bye, Isabella."
Finn clicked off his phone, and put it on a table beside him. Letting out a sigh, he stood up to get something to eat.
Not making it two feet from where he was, his phone went off.
"Hello?"
"Finnie boy! Great to talk to you again."
Finn smiled at the sound of his friend's voice.
"Jack! It's been too long bud, how've you been?"
"I've been good. Filming out here is great. I heard you're in the area, any chance you'd want to link up today?"
It went quiet on Finn's line for a second, thinking of what to say.
Had Jack seen the photos?
Had he heard anything about him and Bella?
"Uh, sorry man. I fly back tomorrow morning and, uh, today I have to do some final shooting stuff."
"It's alright man, definitely another time. I'll uh, talk to you later."
"Bye, Jack."
Hanging up, he let out another sigh. He turned down one of his closest friends for a girl.
A girl he just met.
You could've told him about Bella.
No, idiot. She's not yours. She probably only said yes because she pities your backstory.
-
Bella was scavenging through her closet, trying to find a neutral outfit for wherever Finn was taking her.
Mind you, what lied in her closet was worth thousands.
But only half of it had been worn more than once.
Her mother would often buy her expensive mementos, whether it be for birthdays, accomplishments, or just when she felt need be.
For example, the Gucci backpack her mother had gotten her last week.
"It could be good for travel, dear."
Continuing her search, she finally found an outfit. It consisted of a dark rinsed, distressed pair of denim shorts, and a cropped grey t shirt with lace detailing along the side seams.
For shoes, she slipped on a pair of her family's house made sneakers. The letters LV were evenly spread across the leather, whilst the inside seam was stitched with Bella's initials.
These were an item that mattered, a reminder of her roots.
Sitting down on the closet floor, she fiddled with the hem of her shirt.
She started thinking.
Why would he ask me out? I'm nobody.
He probably only asked because he feels bad.
Her phone went off from across the room. She got up to check it, and smiled at what she saw.
Finn: I'm here. Head downstairs <3
It was the start of something new.