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Matt and Ross Duffer had always been bitchless. Since the dawn of time in 1834, they had been asking girls out on the daily, but to no avail. Some speculated the reason for rejection was because they would ask the same girl at the same time, speaking in unison, but Matt and Ross knew it was only because life is realistic. They were the world's strongest soldiers, forced to be accurate representation by the writer of their world. (Or at least that's what they said, no one really knows who that was supposed to be.)
Because their lives were so miserable, the Duffer brothers decided they should craft worlds of their own through storytelling. The problem was, no writing school wanted to accept them as a duo, and would only admit them with the condition of separating them in the program. The Brothers were entirely opposed to this, as they knew they could never exist separated from each other. Especially at night…
You see, the Duffers weren’t very good at thinking on their own. They needed each other to reach their full potential, their minds combining psychically to enhance the crafting of their story. In order to enable this connection, they were required to lay down and hold hands. At least, that’s what they told anyone who discovered them in this position.
So they had to remain roommates and classmates and table partners all throughout school.
Eventually, after many a rejection, the Duffers and their odd requests were accepted, and they were admitted to ****** University. [The university has asked to remain anonymous at this time, reasons unstated.]
—
Eventually, the casting process for their first project, titled Stranger Things, began. And just like that, Finn Wolfhard entered the Duffer’s life. At first, they didn’t have a ton of problems between them, but then season 4 filming came around…
“3, 2, 1, Action!” Ross called on his giant silver megaphone. He set down the heavy load with a grunt and turned to his brother, clearing his throat to get his attention.
Matt turned to face him, mouth cracked in a sly grin, “What’s up?”
“Y’know not much, but I can’t seem to shake the feeling that today’s the day.”
Matt paused, pondering something in his mind. “The day? The day of what?” He tucked his hair behind his ear.
“The day we finally get a good shot with this asshole Finn.”
“Oh right,” he agreed, shaking his head. “I sure hope so.”
Ross nodded, then paused, “Hey was there something else–”
Matt wasn’t looking at him anymore, and he wasn’t smiling either. He looked spaced out, using his senses to pick up on something that was barely there, just out of reach.
Ross tried to follow his brother's gaze. “What… oh shit. Do you hear that?!”
Matt’s eyes widened in horror as the sound finally reached his ears.
She wants it
She wants it
She wants it
I gotta give it to her
Your hips, your thighs
They got me hypnotized
The melody rang in Matt’s head like a mosquito playing a tiny violin next to his ear.
He shot up out of his seat, storming off towards the set screaming, “THEY DID IT AGAIN!”
Ross sighed, eyes closed, head in his hands. So much for a good day of shooting. He slowly got up from his chair and sauntered over to the set to join his brother, bracing himself for the impact of hysterical screaming against his eardrums.
“YOU GUYS CAN’T MAKE OUT WHEN WE’RE SHOOTING, YOU’RE RUINING THE SCENE!”
The music had stopped. Matt was going ballistic, and Ross almost felt sorry when he saw Noah sitting on the bed, completely red and looking down at the carpet, hands over his ears. It wasn’t really his fault after all. No. It was Finn’s fault. It was his fault- every. single. damn. time.
—
Finn had a problem. A completely normal and rational problem, in his opinion. And also in his opinion, it wasn’t entirely his fault. He didn’t blame Noah of course, but it had to be someone's fault that Noah was that irresistible, because it defied all laws of nature and logic. Logic was also cast aside by the fact that every time they kissed on set, Ayo Technology by 50 Cent would start playing. Finn wasn’t sure why, but he knew it was infuriatingly obnoxious because it would alert Matt Duffer of their scandalous activities.
Noah was of ethereal beauty, and Finn could never get deep enough into the straight character of Mike Wheeler to not be intrinsically drawn to him by some cosmic force. Every time Finn tried to look Noah in the eyes, his gaze would drop to his mouth, and before he knew what was happening, he would be moving in, crashing his face against Noah’s, pulling his body into his, and grasping at his clothing, whispering sweet nothings of total love and adoration into his mouth.
He knew Noah didn’t mind, and quite enjoyed it himself, but Noah also wanted to film the scenes so the show could be released, he could get his paycheck, and could stop making stupid companies for things like off-brand nutella and shoes.
Noah also hated getting yelled at by Matt. Unfortunately for him, this happened all the time.
—
Ross used to think Matt had the patience of a saint, but when it came to Finn, he was a toddler on steroids. He claimed he was ruining his show. Ross thought he was being dramatic, until the fans of the show began to notice Finn’s obsession with Noah, and interpreted it as Mike Wheeler having romantic feelings for Will Byers, which was completely incorrect. Yes, the character of Will Byers was in love with Mike Wheeler, but it was not meant to be reciprocated. It couldn’t be because that would be a happy ending, which defied logic. Ross and Matt simply could not allow that to happen. Their fans would have to see the truth and understand the cruelty of the world, whether they liked it or not.
The world would know the pain that Matt and Ross had felt throughout their teenage years. The pain of rejection that had been so intense, they had only been able to find solace in each other. In fact, it had strengthened their bond to a point that disturbed outsiders. Rott and Mass knew they just didn’t understand the love of twins.
“I thought I would finally get a girl once I got this streak of grey in my hair,” Matt sighed as he messily shoved another mouthful of slop into his mouth, “but I guess I’m still not sexy enough.”
“Hey,” Ross said softly, handing his brother a napkin, “you’re plenty sexy. And that streak is nice, by the way. Don’t let what Finn said about it get to your head.”
Matt took the napkin, tucking his hair behind his ear while suppressing a small smile before going serious again. “I hate him. I swear to god one of these days I’m gonna kill the son of a bitch! He has no respect for either of us, and he’s ruining all the shots! Even in the ones we manage to get before he’s eating Noah’s face off, he’s looking at him all googly-eyed and practically drooling out both sides of his mouth!”
Ross contemplated his brother’s words. It was true, the past few years the fans had gone insane, compiling all the scenes where Finn would look longingly at Noah, calling it evidence that “Mike Wheeler” was “whipped for Will Byers.” Unfortunately, from an outside perspective, it seemed to be a good argument too, simply because it was nearly every scene they had together.
At some point on the filming journey, they had clocked the fact that they had to take what they could get from Finn and Noah in a scene, because it wasn’t going to get any more mellow than intense looks of fiery lust. It angered both the Duffers for two reasons:
1. Their creative vision was not being accurately rendered nor their instructions strictly adhered to.
2. They were extremely jealous of Noah knowing how it felt to be wanted by someone.
“You know you can’t kill him before we wrap filming the next season.” Ross finally replied.
“Of course,” Matt growled, “but nothing is guaranteed after the final shot is filmed. Why I oughtta hit him so hard he becomes paralyzed and has to be a scarecrow for the rest of his life because he isn’t fit for any other job. That’d show him and his lanky limbs. That smirk would be wiped right off his face. And I could even cut his hair into something atrocious, like an orange mohawk.”
Suddenly, Ross was aware of a presence just out of his peripheral vision. He turned his head to find Noah standing a few feet away, looking sheepish and hesitant.
“Hey Duffs… d’you mind if I ask you something… again?”
Ross turned back to Matt to see his eyes narrowed, clocking what was on Noah’s mind. He let out a growl of annoyance.
“If you must, however, don’t forget we’re supposed to be on our lunch break.”
“O-of course, I’ll be quick!” he squeaked, fidgeting with his hands. “I just… y’know how Finn is and all, and I just really think it would be easier on everyone if Mike and WIll-”
“YOU KNOW HOW THE STORY GOES” boomed Matt, “THE GAY BOY IS REJECTED, #MILEVEN4LIFE!”
“But By– I mean Mike and Will make a more compelling and empowering love story!” Noah pleaded, brows furrowing. But it was useless, as usual.
“Look kid,” Ross said cautiously, “we don’t really care about that. Mike and WIll were never the plan. And even though the masses may want it, we don’t want the fans to get what they want because life is unfair and they need to understand that. Also, who would get with a kid who had hair like that anyway?”
Noah looked down at his shoes, defeated. “Right. Um, thank you for your time.”
—
Another detail compiled by fans was all the scenes in which Mike and Will wore blue and yellow in their outfits. These compilations also included almost every scene between them. This was something that took the Duffers longer to clock, but once they did, they were furious. Color coding their characters? Wearing each others’ colors? That was so romantic, so couple-y, no wonder fans were theorizing reciprocation!
The Duffers took immediate action to BAN blue and yellow from their wardrobes. However, they should have guessed that their demands would not be honored by the boys. The day after the ban was announced, Finn and Noah showed up to work wearing an onion costume and a carrot costume, respectively. They refused to wear anything else besides blue and yellow clothing.
After Matt had broken down in tears and gone through the 5 stages of grief, he eventually gave in to their requests and allowed them to continue the bit.
—
Finn knew this was a bad idea. But he couldn’t back down now. It was the final season, and Noah was right. They had to address the Byler fans.
Finn had heard a knock on his trailer around 9PM, and a determined looking Noah had entered his space, looking as though he was bracing himself to push against any retaliation Finn might have to his unspoken and mysterious agenda.
“Hey Finn, can I talk to you?” he asked carefully, like he had rehearsed the line a few times before entering.
“Of course Noah, you know I’ll listen to anything you have to say.” He offered a small smile.
Noah returned it, walking closer to where Finn sat on the bed. “I’m feeling nervous about the final season…”
Finn patted the space beside him, inviting Noah to join him. “Me too.”
Noah accepted the invitation, perching on the bed and messing with his sleeve. “I know, but it's not just that. I’ve been thinking about the fans, and how they’ll react to the Duffer’s trying to prove their point.”
He had clearly thought long and hard about this.
Finn felt a tug on his heartstrings. Of course. Noah had always been caring, he was probably the sweetest person Finn had ever met. He was worried about the mental well-being of people he didn’t even know. He was worried about the impact this show would have on the world. “Right, I see what you mean. So… what do you think needs to happen?”
Noah turned to Finn. A serious look was in his eyes, but his eyebrows were raised, conveying his desperation. “This might sound a little crazy, okay, a lot crazy, but I need you to hear me out. Please.”
“I will. I’m listening.” He wasn’t sure what Noah was about to suggest, but he knew he would do just about anything for the boy.
“I think we need to make the Duffers address the theories made by Byler fans. If we can’t convince them to make it happen in the show, then they need to officially shut it down. I can't bear the thought of being involved with a show that queerbaited such a massive audience, it isn’t right.”
“I agree completely,” Finn said, nodding in agreement with Noah’s confession. “But what about that is crazy? Do you want me to talk to the Duffer’s or something?”
Noah chuckled. “No, you know that's pointless. I was thinking of something a little more… scandalous.”
Finn smirked, “Oh?”
Noah blushed, putting up his hands and waving them frantically as if he was shooing away Finn’s dirty thought bubble. “As in dangerous! Nothing weird, just extremely risky.”
Finn smirk dropped as he pondered this. “Okay… lay it on me.”
Noah took a deep breath. “Alright, well, I think we need the Duffers to address the public right? But, like I said, they won't. But… What if the fans think they did?”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying, what if we said something, but made it seem as though it was the Duffer’s saying it?”
Finn froze. That did sound dangerous. “Hold up, you want to impersonate the Duffers behind their backs and tell the audience that Byler isn’t happening? I admire your sympathy for the fans, but wow Noah, that does sound really crazy.”
Noah paused. “Thats not the worst part.”
Finn swallowed. “Um, what’s worse than that?”
Noah took a deep breath in and closed his eyes, like it was too scary to say while looking at Finn’s face. “In order to pull this off, I need you to sneak into the Duffers’ room, get onto Ross’ instagram, and post the announcement on his story.”
When Noah cautiously opened one eye, he saw Finn staring back at him with his eyes wide and his jaw hanging open. Finn knew he looked dumb, but he couldn't help it.
Noah reached out, placing his hand under Finn’s chin, and slowly closed his mouth.
“Hey, I warned you it would sound insane.” He said softly.
Finn shook his head, trying to rejoin Noah in the moment. “I guess I just wasn’t expecting all the pressure to be on me.”
Noah laughed, a little embarrassed. “Well, you know how the Duffers are towards me, I actually believe I have reason to fear for my life if they caught me skulking anywhere near their room.”
“You?!” Finn squeaked, “what about me! They hate me too! Matt is always muttering about how one of these days I’m done for.”
Noah put his hand on Finn’s shoulder. “Look, I know they say that stuff, but they aren’t scared of you hearing them. Meaning it might not be serious. They talk about me too, but they never let anyone hear. I’m scared they hate me more than they let on.”
“I don’t think you can assume anything about them or their sick and twisted little brains.” Finn said, not hiding the bitter tone in his voice.
Noah let out a breath and squeezed Finn’s shoulder. “Okay well what if I said I’m just really scared to do it?”
Finn put his hand over Noah’s. “Okay, valid. SO HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL?”
Noah threw his other hand up in the air. “Hey! I’m not saying you have to do this, I’m just asking you to. I think this is really important, and I honestly think you’d be better for the job. You would have a bigger window of time too because I have scenes to shoot in an hour, and you’re done for the night.”
Finn met his gaze again. The intensity of Noah’s stare made his stomach do a flip. “That's… true.”
“And don’t you care about this too?”
Finn sighed. “Yes, of course I do.” His mouth slowly formed a small smirk.
“So,” Noah started slowly, “You’ll do it?”
“Yeah,” Finn breathed, “I will.”
Before he could blink, Noah was hugging him so intensely Finn could barely breathe. Whether that was because of the pressure on his lungs or because Noah’s touch often caused him to have a physical reaction, he wasn’t sure.
He wrapped his arms around Noah and, without thinking, planted a small kiss by his ear.
Noah pulled back like he had been shocked, removing himself from Finn.
Finn slapped his hands over his face. “Oh right, shit I'm sorry. No romantic gestures off-screen.”
“No… it's okay,” Noah finally exhaled, “You can kiss me.”
Finn took his hands away from his face and looked Noah deeply in the eyes. “Like, for real?”
Noah smiled, turning pink in the cheeks, “Yeah. For real.”
That was such a nice time in the trailer. But now Finn was here, about to sneak into the Duffers’ room, and he felt afraid again.
They had outlined the plan, and it looked something like this:
1. Sneak into the Duffers’ room without being seen
2. Locate a device belonging to Ross Duffer
3. Locate Ross’ diary or notebook where passwords would be stored
4. Log into Ross’ instagram and make the statement post
5. Return everything to its proper place and get the hell out of there
Easy, right? Finn sure hoped so. No matter how many good luck kisses Noah had given him, he was still pretty sure the odds weren’t in his favor.
Now that he was sure the Brothers were elsewhere, he was ready for step one of the plan. He casually began to walk outside in the general direction of the Duffers’ quarters, and then, looking around him for wanderers and finding that most crew was busy on set, snuck behind a large box. He shut his eyes and concentrated on regulating his breathing. You can do this, Finn.
Peeking over the box to check his surroundings one last time, he shot up from his hiding spot and sprinted the rest of the way across the yard to the Duffers’ door. He slowly reached out and placed his hand on the cold metal handle. Finn shivered, breathed in, and pushed the door open, silently thanking the universe that it wasn’t locked.
He was in.
—
Back on set, Noah tried his best to focus on filming, but his mind kept drifting to Finn. He hoped the plan was going okay.
“Noah! You’re in the shot!” Ross yelled, breaking Noah’s train of thought.
Noah went rigid. “SORRY, that’s my bad! I'm so, so sorry,” he gushed, stumbling off the set.
He heard Matt grumbling and swallowed hard. He needed to make sure he was buying Finn time without pissing off the Duffers so badly that they gave up and retreated to their room. It was a fine line. God Finn, please hurry.
—
Upon entering the “Duffer Dungeon”, the first thing Finn clocked was that the Duffers each slept on their own twin-sized bed. And, interestingly, those two beds didn’t have any space between them. Odd.
Lets not dwell on that, I need to look for a device… maybe somewhere in his bedside table?
Finn walked over to a bedside table, pulling open the drawer. He was met by the sight of a locket, placed carefully on a velvet cloth. Huh. He slowly picked it up, turning it over in his hands. It didn’t look particularly interesting, but he felt compelled to open it anyway.
Inside the locket was a picture of slop.
Okay, so this is definitely Matt’s side of the room.
Finn closed the locket and placed it back on the velvet cloth, closing the drawer after himself. He walked over to the other side of the two beds to investigate the other table. This time, when he opened the drawer, he saw a laptop. Bingo.
Now to find the password. Finn looked around the room. If I was a notebook, where would I be? His eyes landed on the desk in the corner of the room. Casting a glance over his shoulder at the door, he walked over and began to search the table. He grabbed every book he saw and flipped through the pages, looking for a list of passwords. Ross had to keep one, he was so chronically online and tech savvy, there was no way he could keep track of all the passwords to all those websites and platforms in his head.
After searching the last book on the desk, Finn tossed it back and groaned dramatically. Why was this so hard to find? He turned around, desperate to look at something else besides this useless desk.
Suddenly, he noticed something. The bedside tables weren’t by the beds. Well, at least not as closely as they should be. They should be an arms length away or so, but they were clearly out of reach to someone laying on the bed. The beds had been scooted together. It must have been done recently and not as a design choice, because the tables still stood stationed as if the beds were originally placed with a gap between them. Could it be that the notebook was…
A knock sounded on the door. Finn dropped to the floor. Shit shit shit. He started to army crawl under the beds. No way he would let himself be caught that easily, especially to someone who had to knock.
“Room service!”
Finn held his breath. Maybe they would leave if no one was here?
He had barely finished his thought when the door clicked open. I am so screwed.
The staff entered the room, stopping a few feet from the bed. “Hm, it’s not too bad in here, maybe I can just leave it ‘til tomorrow.”
Finn put his hands over his mouth, determined to not make a single noise.
“I guess I could at least dust.” The staff concluded.
Please don’t dust anything on the floor. Finn wished so hard his head hurt.
His elbow hurt. It was pressed into something hard. He carefully removed his hand from his mouth and picked up the object. A notebook. Shit, was this it? He slowly cracked it open and read…
April 15th, 1849
Dear Diary, today me and Matt asked another girl out. She said NO, surprise!! I’m so sick of this. What did we ever do to deserve this? Maybe people think I’m gay, and that’s why they say no? We are literally giving these girls a chance with both of us, and instead of saying yes to one of us, they would rather pick neither? I just don’t understand. I talked to Matt about it of course, but he doesn’t get it either. At least I have him, he would never say no to me.
What the fuck, a diary? Finn turned the page. Maybe the passwords were on a different page?
What Finn found was page after page of entries describing almost daily rejections. Eventually he found something a bit different.
November 8th, 1954
Dear Diary, today I went to the movie theater and watched a children's film. It made me sob like a baby. Thankfully I went alone, so Matt didn’t see me blubbering in self-pity and loneliness. God, I need a girlfriend.
This is depressing, Finn thought, rolling his eyes. He couldn’t believe this. The Duffers were total losers!
He turned the page again
All my passwords:
Aha! I found it! Finn scanned the list of passwords, searching for the one labeled “laptop.”
It was the 109th password on the list. Now Finn just had to wait for the staff to leave, and he could infiltrate the laptop. He checked his watch. 10:45. They were shooting until a break at 11:00, and Finn didn’t know if the Duffers would come here for their break or not. He didn’t want to risk it.
“There you are!”
Finn’s heart jumped out of his chest so hard that when it came back, it knocked the wind out of him. He whipped his head to the direction of the voice to see the staff crouched down, sweeping a dust bunny out from under the desk. Thank god.
The staff stood up and surveyed the room. With a nod of approval, they wiped their hands on their apron and left the room.
Finn exhaled louder than he ever had, just to make sure he released all the air from his lungs. When he inhaled again, a small dust cloud got sucked down his esophagus.
Finn started coughing violently as he clambered out awkwardly from under the bed, notebook in hand. He sprung up to his feet, finally dislodging the dust from his throat, and watched it float back down to the ground. He stomped on it, then grabbed the laptop, placing it on the bed and kneeling on the floor to access it properly. He relocated the note and entered the password.
I’m in.
A moment after the password was approved, a window sprung up featuring an edit of… Matt? It was a work in progress, not completed because there were transitions missing. Was Ross making this? Finn found himself staring at the edit for a good 5 minutes before he realized it was a loop. What the fuck did I just find. He shook his head, remembering the reason he was here. After forwarding it to himself, he moved the window aside and got back to work.
—
Shooting was going smoothly, well, according to Noah anyway. He was buying time pretty subtly, he just hoped it was substantial enough to be worth it. The only problem with delaying things was that he was not helping himself get closer to break time, which is when he could eat. He really wanted some hotpot, and he had some waiting for him in his trailer. Maybe if Finn made it out alive, he'd like to join him? The thought warmed him more than hotpot ever could, and he felt calm again. This was worth it, and he had a lot of faith in Finn and his ability to have a successful mission.
The Duffers were getting increasingly irritable, but they hadn’t begun to break down just yet. Ross seemed to be fairly good at keeping Matt grounded, but if Ross got pissed, it would be over.
Noah looked over at the pair, sitting in their director chairs. Ross was doing some sort of ladder-climbing motion, and Noah had no idea what he was talking to Matt about.
—
Finn was logged into instagram, and was working on a story to post. What should he say? Would people believe it was actually Ross? I mean why not, right? It was his account after all. After a few drafts he settled on a black background with basic white text reading:
Well, here we are at the last season. Due to a rise in a certain subgroup of our fanbase, I think it is important that I make it clear that the popular ship known as “Byler” is not the endgame we are choosing. I don’t want believers in this pairing to feel betrayed and taken advantage of, so I’m setting the record straight. Literally.
And then, for good measure, he added:
Also, this isn’t because I don’t have a girlfriend, I’m not lonely. I have Matty, and that's enough for me. Sorry if that isn’t clocking to you.
That sounded like Ross, right?
—
“Cut!” boomed Matt’s voice over the megaphone, “That’s a wrap for now, break time!”
“Finally,” exhaled Ross, “I’m so excited for our plans.” He hopped off his directing chair and offered his hand to his brother.
Matt took it, hopping off his chair while simultaneously tucking his hair behind his ear with his other hand. “Me too, let's get to it! I can previse it in my mind right now, that’s how excited I am.”
Ross grinned and began to lead his brother by the hand back to their room.
—
Finn heard the agitating, grating voices of the Duffers when they were about 25 feet from the room. Crap, here they come! He had just finished putting everything back as accurately as he could, except for the book. That needed to go back under the bed, but he didn’t want it to be too far from its original position. He, with a little hesitation, lowered himself to the floor, and crawled back under the bed.
As soon as he made it under the bed, he heard a noise. Not the door being opened, but some sort of odd footsteps? They were getting… higher? The ladder, they’re climbing the ladder to the roof! Did he still have a chance to get out? If the brothers were looking down at the ground, they would definitely see Finn trying to escape, but if they were looking somewhere else, he would be fine if he could be absolutely silent in his departure.
Finn placed the notebook down on the ground where he had found it, and slid out from under the bed. He cautiously approached the door and oh-so-slowly turned the knob. He poked his head out and looked up. He didn’t see anyone… they were up there, right?
“Who is that?!” Matt yelled.
Shit.
“That one is Orion,” Ross replied calmly, “see his belt?”
Are they stargazing??
They were.
Finn thanked the universe, or maybe he thanked Orion, he didn’t really care. He carefully stepped out of the doorway and closed the door so slowly it probably took him 5 minutes. As soon as it clicked shut, he turned back around and started to tiptoe out of there.
Once he was out of earshot of the Duffer’s yapping, he booked it as fast as he could to Noah’s trailer.
Noah stepped out of his trailer as soon as he arrived. “Oh my god Finn, did you do it? Is it done?”
Finn couldn’t speak, he was completely out of breath. So he nodded vigorously, hoping that got the message across well enough.
He was met with a huge grin from Noah that made Finn’s heart skip a beat, and he might have peed himself, just a drop.
“Thank you so much, you’re the best.” He skipped towards Finn, wrapping his arms around him in a giant bear hug. “I don’t know what I would do without you. Now. Would you like some hotpot?”
“Yes,” Finn finally said, “I would, thank you. As long as you’ll let me tell you what else I found while I was doing your job. You won’t believe this shit.”
“Of course,” Noah smiled as he pulled back so he could look Finn in the face, “I’ll listen to you talk all night if you need.”
Finn smiled and he felt heat return to his cheeks. “Don’t worry, I won’t talk all night, but no promises I won't still be using my mouth after I’m done with my stories.”
Noah’s eyes widened, his entire face and ears flushing a deep shade of red. “Okay Romeo,” He laughed, obviously flustered, “let's go eat before this hotpot turns into coldpot. I don’t like it cold.” He whipped his body around and went back into his trailer, Finn following close behind.
—
“You found what?!” Noah was more shocked than Finn thought he would be.
“His diary,” Finn said through a grin, “no joke! It was full of sad sob stories complaining about being bitchless.”
“D’you think that’s the reason they have such a pessimistic worldview?”
“Probably, but the craziest part was that I found it under their bed. Their separate beds were pushed together to form one big one.”
Noah covered his mouth with his hand. “No way, what the hell?”
“I know… they’re an odd pair,” Finn said, shaking his head. “I’m glad we’re almost done with this series.”
“Me too.” Noah hesitated, gathering courage. “Hey, speaking of which, when we’re done, that is, what do you think about moving somewhere with me and becoming Amish?”
—