finn was seventeen again.
as he stands just outside the extraordinarily tall building centered in the mix of new york city; butterflies swarmed his stomach and lifted him from the ground. just the way he had felt three and a half years ago; at seventeen.
he double checks the apartment number scribbled in pen on his hand. finding the corresponding button of the buzzer. he waits.
"hey finn. come on up, i'll buzz you in."
violets sweet honeysuckle voice leaks through the speaker. causing finn to take a deep breath as the door unlocks for him.
it had been about a month since finn had last seen violet at the concert. non stop, there had been texts between them; planning out a trip for him to come down there to visit in his free time.
finally, the time had come. for his flight had landed no more than two hours ago.
he hesitates as he stands in front of her door, excited to see her; there was a lot he worried about. if the conversations would be a bore. or if the spark really had disappeared, for that would scare him the most.
violet hears rhythmic taps echo her apartment. she wasnt far from the door, as she had just walked into her home herself not that long ago.
she opens it, an instant smile attached to her lips as she inspects him. his gentle grin lights her heart, a deep grey button up attached to his torso; a bouquet of roses in his hand.
"hey, vi." he whispers.
she pulls him into a hug, dodging the bundle of flowers that stay to his hand. she doesnt stand much shorter than him in her heals, but the height difference had somehow turned drastically since they were teenagers.
he hands over the red flowers wrapped in plastic.
"these are for you."
she takes them with a smile.
"wow, these are beautiful. thank you."
he nods politely, his curly hair not having changed a bit.
"come on in." she leads him into his apartment; to the large open kitchen. counters covered in white marble.
he stands at the island counter, watching as she pulls a vase out from below; filling it with water.
"violet, this place is incredible." he looks around in awe. everything spotless and laced in the smell of cleanliness and her.
"thank you." she gleams,
"wasn't easy but i managed."
he smiles to her, taking in her beauty. the freckled constellations that spread to her heavenly face.
"anyway, how was your flight?" she asks.
"bumpy, but; sort of a given over the great lakes."
"i'm sorry i couldn't pick you up, i just walked through the door myself. late night at work." she slips the heals from her feet, carrying them back over to the door.
"its no worries, really. the driver you sent was a nice guy."
"yeah" she chuckles, opening her fridge to pull out a bottle of wine and glasses from the counter.
"marlo is a nice guy."
she pours finn a glass, offering it to him. he takes it even though he'd usually decline. wine wasn't his favorite, but he'd drink it tonight. for he almost felt intimidated at how formal she was.
"so let me get this straight." he holds the glass in his hand, leaning against the counter on the opposite side of violet.
"you're a runway manager?"
"yeah, thats right."
"you're sure you dont model?"
she chuckles gently,
"you are quite the charmer, finn wolfhard."
he disregards.
"so what do you do?"
"well, essentially people go to me for their problems and; i make sure the show is on track i guess."
"hmm." he hums, looking around once more. his eyes land to the kitchen countertops just behind violet.
he nudges towards it,
"what'd you forget to take the stock picture out?"
she looks over at the picture frame, a picture of william set inside. she laughs lively at his remark.
"no, thats my boyfriend."
he practically chokes on his wine, looking at her wide eyed.
"theres no way that is your boyfriend."
"it is." she smiles, shrugging.
"and what you just forgot to tell me he was a model?"
"i told you i met him through work."
"yeah but i figured that meant he was an accountant or something, not that."
"whats wrong, finn?" she teases him.
"are you worried about some competition?"
"should i be?" his eyebrow raises, smirking to her.
she shakes her head, finishing her glass.
her flirtation sent volts of hope through finns body. he knew it was sudden, and possibly he wanted to get to know the new violet first. but he wanted her back, eventually.
"where is he anyway?"
"william?"
he raises his eyebrows as a response.
"he's out at the bar." she sighs,
"he likes to hang out there with his friends after work. he'll be here in a couple of hours."
"let me take you out to dinner then. you pick the spot."
"not a date." her finger points to him.
"not a date." his hands put up in surrender.
"a hotdog joint if you really want."
"finn." she laughs, putting their dishes in the sink.
"i hate hotdogs."
he gasps sarcastically,
"and to think the city didn't change you."
she smiles, leaning to the counter as she inspects him. not daring to tear her eyes from the depths of his. an endless pit of brown, dashes of hazel that simply drowned in them.
"theres a restaurant just down the block. its a little fancy- if, you can handle that."
his eyebrows raise to her teasing tone.
"baby, im a millionaire. try me."
"oh, big shot now..." she approaches him, smiling up to his lips.
"i almost forgot."
she gets ever so close to him as she reaches around finn to grab her purse. her eye contact the entire time caused finns breath to hitch in his chest. breathless and flustered with how close she was.
"violet..." his voice trails away.
"yes, finn." she whispers back, still close. but not daring to make the slightest move.
"doesn't william being so attractive put a damper on your relationship?"
she lets out a laugh, gently pushing his chest with her hand. he smiles back at his own sarcastic tone.
violet backs away, heading to the door and pulling her heals back to her feet.
"lets get out of here."
1075 wc
chapters will start out a bit short sorry.