Tag: finn, hannah, humour

Okay, I guess you can come in.””Um, Hannah, you have to, you know, open the front door so I can actually come in.””I thought you were going to – you’re standing under my window. Aren’t you supposed to climb up here or something?””My ladder’s at home. Also, you call throwing rocks at your window clichéd?

Are you reading?” I say. It’s not that I don’t think Finn can read or anything, but it’s just – well, not what I expected to see. I figured Finn spent his time doing whatever it is guys who aren’t Josh do when they aren’t in school. Burping, or something.”Try not to look so surprised,” Finn says. “I read. I can count to ten. Sometimes I can even spell my own name.