Finn Wolfhard》

Finn is completely in love. He's known a girl for a year, and he knows they're not officially together. When he confessed his feelings, she rejected him. Finn understood, but only because she was seventeen at the time. How did he meet someone so young? Because it was a coincidence. Because she's mature, funny, artistic, tasteful, not at all judgmental, intelligent, and beautiful. Besides that, she has values—qualities that tell Finn she's not interested in superficiality or money. What more can he say? He truly loves her. For now, they're just friends.
Finn has had a long tour for his new album, and she, as always, is sweet and caring towards him, listening to him until late at night and worrying when he goes out for a long time.

But Finn doesn't accept friendship, he doesn't want to accept it
Now, after drinking a little, he arrived at her apartment, called her, they talked for a few minutes, and then Finn blurted out:
—Give me a chance, please.
He knows it's risky, he knows she's already rejected him; she's intelligent, capable, focused, one of those wonderful women who still choose not to meet anyone. (But alcohol disables his filter, and looking pathetic no longer matters to him. What matters is nothing. Being pathetic.)

"I know you don't like me like this, but you can try, I'm going to try, I don't care anymore if I have to tell you every day," Finn thought.