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Summary:

sean receives a text. he texts back.

Notes:

well i had to get my energy out somewhere, and i love chatting/texting/calling aus so fucking much. i'm also writing 5 other lis2;sean/finn works so stay tuned ig??? but this one i wrote in one sitting and it was supposed to be a oneshot but fuck me i can't stop writing it. HAVE FUN. also sean is 17, finn is 18 going on 19. i dont have a beta or anything, english is not my first language so pls dont bark at me. it’s also 2:30 in the morning. feedback appreciated. ALSO i know it's probably obvious but sean's messages are underlined lmao
i dont know if i'll write a next chapter so soon, gotta work on school and my other ones but definitely will come back to this ;)
love you pups

Chapter Text

28th Oct 2016

9:36am

 

*1 new message from +1 582-444-8951*

 

+1 582-444-8951

who is it?!

...

wrong number

+1 582-444-8951

no it;s not ;0

;)*

then who is it?

+1 582-444-8951

i asked first pup

 

*notifications off*

 


 

11:45am

 

*3 unread messages from +1 582-444-8951*

 

+1 582-444-8951

don't ignore :((

 

+1 582-444-8951

honey im homeeeeee

 

+1 582-444-8951

i will spam 

i'm at school rn.

who are you?

+1 582-444-8951

pls tell me your not 12

??i'm 17

i swear to god if it's you derek

+1 582-444-8951

im not a jock thats a jocks name

names finnegan

dude that literally tells me nothing.

do we know each other?

+1 582-444-8951

feels like ive known you forever sweetie

 


 

1:23pm

*4 unread messages from ?finnegan?*

 

?finnegan?

pretty stranger

 

?finnegan?

hdffhgkbcda

 

?finnegan?

ignoring me on our first date, cute

 

3:12pm

 

?finnegan?

are you off school now

oh my god

yeah

can you tell me now how do you have my number?

?finnegan?

random phone number generator 

and power of the universe

...

?finnegan?

i was just bored ig

is your name really finnegan

?finnegan?

YES 

i mean its finn really

but i swear im not a creep 

i can send you a pic if you want

NO 

i dont want pics

finn

LMAOO not that kind

yet 

nah im playin look 

*picture attached*

oh ok

are those face tattoos?

finn

;) yeah you like

?

uhm yes? tattoos are lit

finn

you betcha

so

whats your name gorg

what if i don't want to tell you?

finn

:((

sharing is caring

i dont bite through the phone

 

it's sean.

 

3:40pm

 

finn

seanie

i like it

sorry i had to eat

how old are you

and what am i supposed to do with you now

finn

im almost 29

19* shit

and you can do whatever you want ;)

block u?

finn

...

i thought we had sumn' special

i'm kidding

finn

we can be ibffs

or tbffs

cause were 

texting 

sure

i'm still creeped out though

finn

*picture attached*

does that make you feel better seanie

omg is that your cat

cute

finn

ik she rules

her names clementine

do u have any pets


 

Sean wasn't really sure what drove him to keep the conversation up with this particular stranger but he enjoyed it a little too much. Sure, he was reluctant at first, (not as paranoid as his dad would've been) but he and Finn had been exchanging texts for 3 days now. He'd messaged him a selfie 2 days after the one Finn had sent and it wasn't nearly as eye-catching as his. He'd answered with 3 rows of "HOT" and "SEXY" but Sean'd only snorted and ignored it. But Finn... Finn was cool. He had brown, long hair that was parted somewhere in the semi-middle, decorated with some small braids and beads. His eyes were glistening in the sun, lazily poured onto his face, one iris shining brightly, thanks to those rays of sun and so vividly blue it was almost impossible. He had those sick face tattoos, three triangles under his left eye and a diagonal line from his lower lip through his chin, parting it evenly. Septum nose piercing was visible and he was smirking, joint in between his lips. And if Sean stared at the photo for longer than 5 minutes before going to sleep that night, nobody had to know. 

He didn't get to know him extremely well, only received tons of pictures of Finn's cat, how he got expelled from school because he'd stolen needles from school's nurse and proceeded to give his classmates stick and pokes in the bathroom. He liked weed and that was about all Sean got in the span of 3 days. It was enough.

It was Halloween now and Sean had a dilemma.

 

31st Oct 2016

9:02am

 

dude

finn

yes ofc ill be your valentine! :3

...it's october

finn

u buzzkiller

whats up

so you know how it's like

halloween

finn

yeah it's like

every year 

u BuZzKilLeR

anyways

me and my friend lyla are going to a party 

tonight 

and like

what do i wear??

finn

A HALLOWEEN PARTY 

how fun 

missin those

i think you should wear something slutty

finn pls

finn

is lyla your gf

EW NONONO 

she's like my sister

 


 

12:17pm

help
??

finn

shit sorry sweetie

fell asleep lmao

ughhhh the halloween party

i think

hm

wAIT I KNOW

i have this shirt 

i don't have time to buy new clothes!!!!

finn

*picture attached*

you dumbass i meant i can give you the shirt

for one night 

or smh

LOL

finn

:( it's cute

got these sick rips and the skull and all

dont hurt my feelings

....are you fr

we probably live like

in 2 diff states

and you're still a stranger lol

finn

AFTER ALL WE WENT THROUGH

also no distance could ever tear us apart <333

i live outside bellvue

wait 

that's like 

20 minutes from me????

HOW is that possible

finn

I TOLD YOU UNIVERSE IS ON OUR SIDE

god damn it seanie 

so you want the shirt

lmao?

let me just

wait 

finn

always ;)


 

Sean lied. He had to. Esteban would've had taken away his phone, tied him up to the dishwasher and defnitely made him miss the party. So Sean had told him he was going over to get ready at Lyla's a little early. His dad had shrugged, as usual when it came to Lyla (she was basically his another child) and agreed he could go after he did laundry. And Sean had never folded Daniel's underwear so fast before. When he finished, he came back to the kitchen, quickly gave his dad a thumbs-up and ran to his room to get ready. Wait, why was he sweating? Lyla was a good driver so the drive to Bellvue should be smooth. That was not it though. He quickly texted her, summing his plan well enough for her to text "OMG BET" back and then he clicked on the chat with Finn. Hands still sweaty.

 

12:56pm

 

we can meet up

in an hour?

finn

got it 

want me to take clementine with me omg

ok scratch that she just bit me

lol 

give me an adress?

finn

that was quick?? ;)))

maybe not today tho

meet you halfway? 

aubrey devis park?

have you been?

finn

idk ill find my way

to you always <3


 

"How are you literally scoring before me?" Lyla huffed, making her 6th right in the last 10 minutes. Sean rolled his eyes and kept his phone close.

"It's literally barely a friend. A male friend" he hissed, lips frowned. "And I'm doing it all so I can look better than you at Eric's" he giggled.  She looked at him briefly, it was her time to roll her eyes but the smirk hit him anyways. They were definitely not having this conversation when she was clearly lost, as she turned into the same alley for the 7th time. He knew Bellvue was tricky, Daniel used to have his swimming lessons there and dad would almost always do the same circles as Sean's best friend was doing now. But she didn't look lost, and he realized she wasn't at all, once he heard an "AHA!" and before he registered it, they had stopped. Hands sweating again, what the fuck.

 

2:10pm

*2 unread messages from finn*

 

finn

im here babes

i got everything you need

oh and there's also the shirt ig

;)

 

finn

text me

 

2:15pm

 

i'm under this big tree?

finn

sweetie , were in a park

ok nvm i think i see you 

omg

HOT

 


Lyla said she'd wait in the car and Sean only nodded, hands on his lap, straightening wrinkled trousers. He got out, putting on his jean jacket and marching towards an enormous oak tree, glistening with all hues of brown, red and yellow. Leaves were falling slowly, snow-like, couple landing on his hair. He heard car door slam and leaves crunching and then a tap on his shoulder. Oh fuck. 

"Taller than I thought"

Oh.

Finn's eyes were so much more blue in person. Sean was pretty sure this was the bluest blue he'd ever seen. His hair was longer, his shoulders broader, his look wilder. He had a scar, no, two scars on his face that stood out. His septum piercing shimmered with shades of spilled gasoline on a hot, busy highway. His lips, slightly parted, formed into a bold grin with one dimple on his left side and he was, in fact, inches shorter. Sean felt a lump in his throat and studied his face a little too long. But Finn did the same, his eyes blazing as he hung his eyes on Sean's shoulders, and stomach and everywhere. He was bold like that and Sean thought he liked that already. He swallowed his racing thoughts down.

"As short as I thought" he said. Finn snorted and shook his head. 

"Hi?" his arms spread invitingly and how crazy would Sean had to be to not take a step forward? So he ended up in Finn's crushing, warm and cozy embrace, swinging left and right, like they haven't seen each other since they fought in war side by side. It was their first time in real life, after only texting for 3 days and how the fuck did it feel so familiar? Holy fucking shit, get a grip Diaz. 

He backed off, sighing and running a hand through his hair. He only then noticed a black shirt loosely hung over Finns left shoulder and-oh. Right, the destination of this whole trip was this piece of clothing. Finn followed his eyes, grabbing the shirt and handing it to him "Fresh 'n shit. Here you go, sweetie" 

Sean did his best not to melt under Finns pet name and took it, their fingers brushing slightly. An euphoric jolt twisting his stomach. What?

Finns smile grew wider, as if he felt the jolt too, yet his demeanor so shockingly nonchalant Sean's cheeks felt alarmingly hot. He had to say something or he'll pass out.

"Uhm.. so-"

A car horn made both of them bounce back a bit, knocked out of the trance. Sean’s head jerked back, seeing Lyla half-tilted sitting in a fully open window. She gestured dramatically, pointing her fingers at an imaginary watch. Sean’s heart ached and then, a heavy hand on his shoulder. Finn smiled once again. 

"Text me?"

The younger boy nodded and swerved back, jogging to the car. His grip on the shirt Finn gave him became firmer. He jumped back into the car and kept looking at the flowing material, now on his lap. 

Lyla huffed. "Dude".