Elvira’s 1958 Thunderbird (x)
A/N: Thanks to whoever sent me this prompt, and sorry it took so long! I’m really nervous about posting this, I’m not sure if it’s really what the anon wanted, but it’s what happened. And it’s totally too long, and I’m sure there are mistakes. But I was excited to write my first prompt!
Why do boys have to exist? Why do they have to exist and have slightly messy brown hair and even browner eyes, grey t-shirts that hug every muscle of their chests and backs, shy smiles, and earrings that glint in the light and catch my eye every 5 seconds? Most importantly, why do they have to show up to class 10 minutes late when the only open seat is the one next to me? I had enough of this in school and college, chasing boys or having them chase me. I told myself uni would be different, a fresh start. I could focus on coursework and myself for a change. When he walked past me, I couldn’t help but look up at him, and he gave me a nod of his head. Typical lad move, but on him…he could create world peace with that nod. The professor had us studying the syllabus, but all I could study was him. He spent most of the time either staring out the window or scribbling in his notebook, giving me the perfect view of his profile and jaw line. One time, his pencil rolled off his desk and I handed it back to him. He gave me a small smile, and I probably looked like I’d just escaped the loony bin with the stupid grin I put on. But I don’t care, he’s perfect. Professor Young waited until the end of class to take attendance. His name is Finn. Finn Nelson. F-I-N-N. I keep saying it, learning how it feels in my mouth, because I hope I get to say it a lot. It’s only the first day of uni, and I’m already 6 feet under. Just order my headstone now, diary, and make sure it reads that this Finn Nelson was the cause of my demise.