Your The Sugar In My Cookie: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic
"A New Friend"
By Roy Page
Finch sat cross-legged on her bed, surrounded by scattered books, a few stray acorns. In front of her, perched on a small pillow, was her newest little companion—a squirrel she had unofficially adopted (don't adopt a squirrel, never adopt one). She grinned as the squirrel rubbed its tiny face with its paws, looking up at her as if it completely understood everything she was saying, don't really know how that works.
“So, Little guy,” Finch said, leaning closer to the little creature, “you’ve been hanging around a lot lately. Is it because I feed you peanuts, or are you just here for the free entertainment?” She poked gently at the squirrel’s stash of acorns sitting near her pillow.
The squirrel tilted its head, twitching its nose as if deep in thought. Then, after a moment, it let out a soft, high-pitched squeak: Squick!
Finch gasped, pressing a hand to her chest as though she’d just heard the most important piece of advice in the world. “Oh, I get it! You think I should tell Nicky I like him more often, huh? You’re a little romantic, aren’t you?”
The squirrel, completely uninterested in her musings, rubbed its face again before curling its tail around itself.
Squick, it replied simply.
Finch laughed, leaning back against her headboard. “You’re no help at all, you know that?” She grabbed a handful of peanuts from the small bowl on her nightstand and placed a couple near the squirrel, who eagerly grabbed one and nibbled away. “But you’re still pretty cute.”
As Squick munched on the peanut, Finch sighed, glancing toward her desk where her camera rested. The photo of her and Nicky from the cookie stand sat propped up against the corner of her lamp. She couldn’t help but smile every time she looked at it.
“Do you think he’d ever call me cute?” she murmured, almost to herself.
The squirrel paused mid-nibble, its tiny eyes blinking up at her as though considering her question. Then it let out another Squick! before returning to its peanut.
Finch raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “Well, I think that’s your way of saying yes. Or maybe you just want more peanuts.” She leaned forward, scratching behind the squirrel’s ear gently. “Either way, you’re a pretty good listener.”
The squirrel leaned into her touch, making a soft chirping noise as it rubbed its cheek against her finger. Finch giggled at the sight.
“All right, little, let’s call it a night,” she said, scooping him up gently and setting him on the little blanket-lined basket she’d set up as his bed near the window. “I have class tommorow. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get Nicky to try another cookie. Or… I don’t know, maybe he’ll actually say something sweet for once.”
The squirrel chirped again, curling up in its makeshift bed. Finch smiled as she turned off her lamp and climbed into bed, the moonlight streaming softly through the window.
“Goodnight, Little guy,” she whisper.
The Next Day
Finch strolled casually through the school hallway with her scout friends by her side they were all girls of coures, small troop of giggling girls in matching scout uniforms. They were busy chatting about the upcoming bake sale, what kind of cookies to make, and who might win the Best Scout award this year.
“Chocolate chip cookies are a classic,” one of the girls said, twirling a strand of hair.
“But peanut butter cookies sell out faster,” another added.
"what about raisin cookies." and another one added.
"Eww No" they all disagree on it.
Finch nodded along absentmindedly, not really paying attention. Her thoughts drifted elsewhere—mostly to a certain someone. She couldn’t help but smile a little, though she quickly shook it off when one of the girls nudged her.
“Earth to Finch,” the girl teased. “You’re zoning out again.”
“Oh, uh—sorry,” Finch said quickly, scratching the back of her head.
But then, as they walked past the main hallway, Finch suddenly froze mid-step. Her heart stopped. Her smile vanished. She stared wide-eyed at the bulletin board ahead of her.
“No… no, no, no…” she muttered under her breath, feeling a chill run down her spine.
There, plastered all over the board, was the picture. The one from the library. Her and Nicky, caught mid-laugh, sitting way too close to each other. Her face in the photo looked rosy and happy—just the way it had felt that day. But seeing it now, enlarged and pinned on the board for everyone to see, was a completely different story.
“AHHHHHHH!” Finch shrieked, clutching her hair as the hallway seemed to spin around her.
Her scout friends stopped walking, confused by her sudden outburst. “Finch, what’s wrong?” one of them asked.
Finch pointed frantically at the bulletin board, her face going beet red. “Who… WHO PUT THIS UP?!” she cried.
The girls leaned closer, squinting at the picture. “Aw, is that you and Nicky? You guys look so cute together!”
“CUTE?!” Finch yelped, her hands flailing. “THIS IS A NIGHTMARE!” Without thinking, she rushed toward the board and ripped the picture down in one quick motion, crumpling it into a ball.
But just as she let out a sigh of relief, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye.
And on that bulletin board? The exact same picture.
Her jaw dropped. “No. Way.”
She sprinted to the second board, tore that one down too, and spun around frantically, scanning the hallway. Her stomach sank when she saw more.
The pictures were everywhere.
She darted from one board to another, pulling them down as fast as she could, stuffing them into her scout bag in a panic. Her scout friends trailed after her, trying to keep up but mostly laughing at her dramatic meltdown.
By the time she reached the end of the hallway, she was out of breath, clutching a pile of crumpled photos. She leaned against the wall, panting, her face as red as a tomato.
“I’m going to faint. I’m going to faith of shock,” Finch mumbled, shaking her head as her friends snickered nearby.
“Hey, maybe Nicky put them up,” one of the girls teased.
Finch groaned, covering her face with both hands. “Don’t even joke about that, he would never do that."
Later, at lunch, Finch sat at her usual spot in the cafeteria, quietly nibbling on a cookie she’d snagged from her stand earlier. She kept her head low, hoping to avoid any more attention after the morning’s disaster. But before she could sink completely into her chair, she noticed Nicky making his way over to her.
“Oh no,” Finch muttered under her breath, gripping the edge of the table.
Nicky plopped down across from her, casually dropping his tray onto the table with a loud clatter. “Hey, Finch.”
“H-Hi, Nicky,” she replied, forcing a small smile and looking everywhere except directly at him.
He tilted his head, giving her an amused look. “You seem... tense. You sure you’re okay?”
Finch sighed, realizing there was no way out of this. She set her cookie down, glanced around to make sure no one was listening, and leaned forward slightly. “Okay, fine. I’ll tell you what happened. But you have to promise not to laugh.”
Nicky blinked in surprise. “Uh, sure. No laughing. Promise.”
Finch hesitated, her cheeks already turning pink. She finally let out a defeated groan and said, “So… this morning, someone—ugh, I don’t even know who—decided to plaster pictures of us all over the bulletin boards. You know, the ones from the library. That picture.”
Nicky raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Wait… what? Pictures of us? Everywhere?”
“Everywhere,” Finch repeated, groaning as she buried her face in her hands. “It was so embarrassing! Everyone was staring at me! I had to run around ripping them all down before class started.” She peeked at him through her fingers. “And before you ask—yes, I stuffed them all into my bag. That’s why I was acting weird earlier.”
To her surprise, Nicky didn’t laugh or even seem embarrassed. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and shrugged. “Huh. That’s not as bad as I thought it’d be.”
Finch blinked, lowering her hands. “Wait, what? You’re not... mad? Or, like, totally humiliated?”
“Nah,” Nicky said casually, picking up a fry from his tray. “I mean, sure, it’s kinda weird that someone did that, but it’s not a big deal. I’m not embarrassed.”
“You’re… not?” Finch asked, her voice going quieter.
“Nope,” Nicky said with a grin. He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “If anything, it’s kind of funny. Plus, we look good together in that picture, don’t we?”
Finch’s face turned bright red. “W-What?!”
“I’m just saying,” Nicky teased, his grin widening as he leaned a little closer to her. “It’s not the worst picture in the world. Maybe I’ll frame it or something.”
“Nicky!” Finch whispered harshly, glancing around to make sure no one heard.
He laughed, clearly enjoying her reaction. “Relax, I’m kidding. But seriously, Finch—it’s fine. Don’t worry so much about it. People will forget about it in, like, a day.”
Finch let out a small sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “I guess you’re right,” she muttered, still feeling a little embarrassed but grateful for his easygoing attitude.
“I bet it’s Delroy again,” Nicky said, leaning back in his chair with a knowing look.
“Yeah, I think he did it,” Finch replied, crossing her arms as she tapped her finger against the table, her irritation clear. “But don’t worry about it. I had someone help me out with the mess.”
Nicky raised an eyebrow, looking a little confused. “Wait—what do you mean you had someone help you? Who?”
Finch smirked slightly but didn’t elaborate. “Don’t worry about it, Nicky. Let’s just say it’s taken care of.”
Although he was still a little puzzled, Nicky shrugged and decided to drop the subject. “Alright, Finch. If you say so.”
Later that night, Delroy lay in his bed, propped up against his pillow with a smug grin on his face. He was still chuckling to himself about the pictures he had plastered around the school earlier that day. “Man, another antic in the bag,” he muttered, rubbing his still slightly bruised face. “Nah, I’m just messing around. She totally deserved it after giving me a black eye.”
Feeling satisfied, he reached over and flicked the light switch off, plunging the room into darkness. But just as he was about to close his eyes, he heard a faint noise.
Delroy sat up quickly, his heart skipping a beat. “What the—?” he muttered, fumbling for the lamp on his nightstand. When the light flickered back on, he froze.
His room was filled—completely filled—with squirrels. They were everywhere: perched on his shelves, hanging from his curtains, crawling across his desk. Some of them were holding acorns, ready to throw, their beady eyes locked onto him like tiny furry soldiers preparing for battle.
Delroy’s face turned pale. “A-Ah—AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” His scream echoed throughout the house as chaos erupted.
From the sidewalk outside, Finch stood watching with her arms crossed, a satisfied grin on her face. The squirrel she had adopted sat calmly on her shoulder, its tiny nose twitching as it listened to the muffled shrieks coming from Delroy’s room.
“Good job, buddy,” Finch said, reaching up to gently scratch the squirrel under its chin. “Just make sure they’re only there to scare him, not to attack. We’re scouts, not savages.”
The squirrel chirped in response, almost as if to say, Got it!
With that, Finch turned on her heel, adjusting the strap of her scout bag as she strolled away from the house. She pulled a cookie from her bag, took a big bite, and chewed contentedly, a smirk still lingering on her face.
“Never mess with a scout, you sucker,” she muttered to herself.
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