no rest for the wicked.

finnegan "finn" jacobs. while you're doing fine there's some people and I who have a really tough time getting through this life so excuse us while we sing to the sky.

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“Let me guess, it’s somethin’ cliché like the way I bat my eyelashes or give you puppy dog eyes, isn’t it? Or is my “feminine charms”? You’re not weak-willed, you’re just whipped, let’s be real. I will absolutely come out swining if I need to defend TSwift! I’ve done it before, with the assistance of a pillow, so it wouldn’t be too much different. Again, it better be the best damn song ever; better than all the other ones about me. You know, I’m thinkin’ that fame’s getting to your head. You’re awfully cocky — in the still endearing way, of course. Don’t get all sappy on me, Finnegan Jacobs, I swear to god. I don’t need to be sitting here making all the heart eyes at you right now. Doubt she’d notice I’m gone, if you did that. Actually, no, she’d just assume I ran away with you and she’d disown me. So, let’s not do that. Though, finally being your girlfriend in public would be pretty nice. Really, I don’t believe that. Out of all the things you might die from, I doubt I’ll be the official cause, thankfully. Well…I could learn.”

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“I think it has more to do with the hopeful little smile you get when you’re asking for something. It’s like no one actually wants to disappoint you. I’m not whipped; I’m smart. Not giving you your way is like lighting a fire and giving it endless gasoline. Not to mention, I’m a good boyfriend. I like letting you have your way. -- Yeah. Because naturally I am completely and totally terrified of your tiny little fists swinging at me. Petrified. Please, it’d be my very best. Pain rights the best must, G. You know that. Fame? Getting to my head? No way. That’s not what’s been making me cocky, no. Besides-- it’s confidence. Not cockiness. Did you just Finnegan me? Gia, I am appalled-- and offended. I live for those little doe-eyed looks I get from you. God--... Your mom, man-- just wish she’d kinda roll with it. You know, Anna would be perfectly content taking you in if she decided to disown you. I’m sure she’d trade me for you in a heartbeat. I’m her problem child; she’d be happy to get another golden girl. Yeah--... You know I wish we could, G. You know I’d love to brag about you on national television and what not--... I just--... I can’t right now. Soon enough. Fine. Don’t believe me. You could learn before tour kicks off? Is that so?” 

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enchanted || flashback

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The sense of awe coming from her friends was almost palpable, though Georgia knew all too well that it was directed at Finn. To them, he was essentially a god amongst men, and the fact that he was within feet of any of them was wild. None of them had expected it, let alone Georgia, and now, surprisingly enough, she was the only who was able to keep her cool. In a situation like this, she had always imagined herself becoming a stumbling mess, tripping over her words. It was a slight shock that she was rather collected. But since she was, she had absolutely no intentions of letting that go. And if it meant blocking out the sounds of the party and the feeling of her friends watching them, that’s what she’d do. 

It wasn’t horribly surprising that he was charming, and that he knew it. From what Georgia could tell, he seemed like the type to expect his charm to get him everything he wanted. However, her resolve was a bit too strong to fall to putty in his hands after just a few lines. “An angel, huh?” A disbelieving smile appeared on her face, for the sole reason that Georgia knew she wasn’t an angel. She wasn’t pure or impeccably kind, though Finn seemed to think she was, and honestly, she was more than willing to let him. “I’m very glad I have your approval.” Maybe this was said with a bit too much attitude, but it was in her nature. It was rare for her to go more than a few moments without putting her foot in her mouth via sarcastic comment. 

“Oh, I know who you are.” Her words weren’t said with contempt or malice, just as a simple statement that was completely true. “I’m Georgia Beaumont,” she replied, shaking his hand. His words made her laugh a bit, and she noticed the stutter, absolutely. Georgia was a bit too observant to not notice someone who seemed so utterly confident trip over their words. However, she wouldn’t say anything. She’d let him think she hadn’t noticed, because what good would come from pointing it out? “Well, I wouldn’t say you’re creepy. That’d be awfully rude, especially for an angel.” Her sarcastic smile was more amused now, but in a kinder manner. “Besides, I think there are worse guys here that could be hitting on me.” She shrugged lightly before continuing. “It is awfully nice of you to sacrifice your time to do this for your best friend.” The sarcastic smirk was back, pulling the corners of her mouth up just the slightest bit.

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His eyes remained trained on her as she flashed a smile in his direction, a different sort of smile. Her tone of voice changed slightly, each word spoken laced with amusement causing his eyebrows to quip upwards. “You sort’a resemble one,” he shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest, “in my opinion at least. Correct me if I’m wrong.” Finn was laying it on thick and he knew it. He couldn’t help it, though; the charm, the lines, the relentless flirting was all just a part of the person he was becoming. Finn Jacobs always knew how to get what he wanted, and in that moment the only thing he wanted was Georgia Beaumont’s full attention. “I wasn’t looking to validate you,” he said, laughing after she spat words coated in sarcastic venom, “I was simply telling you the truth, letting you know what was coming to mind.” He paused, raising his eyebrows again and keeping his eyes cast downward on her, “Honesty’s the best policy, isn’t it?”

It took every ounce of willpower for Finn to suppress the smile that threatened his lips as she admitted to knowing who he was. It wasn’t that it surprised him, but he was definitely relieved. With his luck, the only girl in the room that caught his attention would have been the only one who didn’t know about him or the band. “Georgia Beaumont,” he repeated, holding onto her hand for a second longer than she probably should have, “it’s a pleasure.”  He didn’t know what had him so drawn in. Georgia was pretty, blue eyes as bright as those photo-shopped beaches on the cover of vacation pamphlets, smile warm and inviting. She was something exceptional, and it was a wonder he’d never seen her before. Westchester was big, but not that big. Everyone knew him, and he thought he knew everyone-- until he saw her. Suddenly he was filled with the overwhelming desire to get to know her, really get to know her.

“Oh, so I’m hitting on you, is that it?” Finn grinned, his eyebrows raising as he looked back down at her. Of course he was hitting on her; who wouldn’t? “Here I am, thinking I’m just being friendly when apparently this has been taken as flirting,” he put a hand on his chest as a serious look washed over his face, “I’m just trying to do my buddy a solid, trying to make new friends. My intentions are completely and totally innocent.” His chest tightened as his heart rate picked up, and he bit down on his lower lip. “What can I say? I’m a good best friend,” his voice trailed off as he looked up and around at her friends, then he straightened. “Tell you what, why don’t you prove us both wrong and give me a little bit more than five minutes,” he said, wanting to get the chance to talk to her without such a large audience, “and take a walk with me. Summer’s going to be over soon, and you and I both know New York doesn’t stay warm for long after school starts-- so I say we take advantage of the warm weather and clear sky. If you start to hate it and hate me and end up having the worst time ever, I swear I’ll never bother you again.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, putting on his confident stage persona to mask his nerves, “What’dya say, Beaumont?”

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“Oh, come on, I’m not manipulative. I’m anything but. You’re just very agreeable. Manipulating you would require me trying to get you to do something. You just pretty much do whatever I ask without very much prompting. Woah, don’t knock my queen. I’ll absolutely fight you, if I have to. I think that’d be the perfect legacy to leave behind one day. Ice Queen is pretty fitting title, don’t you think? Oh, obviously, I mean, I couldn’t do any better than you, even if I wanted to. I mean, you could definitely try, but talking to her’s like talking to a brick wall most of the time. Well…never. But that doesn’t mean that everything’s worked out in your favor. Of course I want to be in LA. Preferably all year long, but I’ve got a feeling the whole summer would be a stretch. You wouldn’t die, come on. Even if I did purposely try to break your heart, I wouldn’t let that happen. Tell him I might just take him up on that, seeing as I’m obviously a much better drummer than you are,”

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“Maybe not on purpose, but you certainly have a way about you, G. Oh come on. I’m not that weak-willed. I am completely and totally capable of saying no to you--... I just choose not to. Really? You? Swinging punches over Taylor Swift? I’d certainly like to see that happen. Fitting, right-- that’s why I blessed you with the title and the soon-to-be-written song. You’re damn right you couldn’t do better than me. I’m the best you’ll ever have Georgia Beaumont, and I like to think that’s why you put up with me. If it makes you feel any better, I really don’t think there’s any improving for me either. No matter how successful my career becomes, no matter how many fans I have, no matter how famous my circle of friends becomes--... my greatest accomplishment is somehow coaxing you to go on an actual date with me. Better than a Grammy, honestly. If she says no, I’ll just kidnap you. We’ll die your hair blonde, get you some green contacts, pierce your nose-- everyone here will just think I’ve found myself a girlfriend. They’ll worry like hell back there at home, but you’ll be twice as adored-- if that’s possible-- when you return safely. I don’t think you realize how powerful the effect you have on me is, G. You might actually kill me-- no exaggeration there. As I said, can’t do much better than you. -- Gia, can you even read music?” 

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“Me? Take advantage of that? Why, I never. What on earth would give you the idea that I’d ever take advantage of something like that? Especially if it’s a Taylor Swift-esque song. You know how much I love Taylor. As destructive as a blizzard, hm, I quite like that. It better be the best song you’ve ever written. Ha, well, it’s good to know you’re optimistic about it. Hopefully this plan’ll work, ‘cause I don’t think I could stand spending two months doing nothing on the other side of the country than you. Jeez, if that’s breaking your heart, I’m scared to see what would happen if I actually tried. Good, I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to hear it.”

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“That manipulative little smirk and long eyelashes that continuously bat in my direction gives me that idea, actually. Yeah, yeah-- I know how much you love Taylor, and I love you in spite of that particular fact. Oh, it will be. Soon it’ll be on radios across the world, and you’ll have the satisfaction of knowing that you’re the Ice Queen ‘that really cute drummer’ wrote about. You’re living the dream, dating me, don’t you know? Realistic, actually. I think I could talk my way through to her. Besides-- have you ever known me to give up on something that I want? If I want you in Los Angeles for the summer-- and you want to be there, too-- then you will be in Los Angeles for the summer. Don’t-- don’t even make me think about it. My chest aches from imagining it. I’d actually die, G. They will be, though. You know the first thing Jack said to me after I told him I landed was ‘Good now run along and tell your girlfriend that I like her more than I like you and that if she ever wants to be a professional musician there’s an opening for drummer in the band’.” 

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“Now, does that mean that you won’t be leaving my side for the next six days? ‘Cause that might get a little weird. I personally would be happy to add another song to my “Songs about me” playlist. Maybe they can convince my mother to let me go out there. Yeah? I miss them, too. More than I miss you, really.”

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“Not necesarily. Just means I’m at your every beck and call for the next six days. I’ll be there when you’d like me to be, and I’ll disappear when you request it. I beg of you, don’t take advantage of this. Take it easy on me. -- Really? Even if it’s a slightly Taylor-Swift-esque song? About how cold your tiny heart is? How you’re an ice queen who’s as beautiful as a snowflake but as destructive as a blizzard? I can hear the chords in my head already. It’ll be a number one in absolutely no time. Mama Beaumont shouldn’t be too hard to charm. I’m already concocting a plan to convince her to let me steal you for the summer. Ah-- there she is again, breaking my heart. I’ll be sure to let ‘em know.” 

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“Six whole days? That’s such a long time! Yeah, I know you do, but I still like to give you crap about it. Hey, if you think I’d rather be at school than with you, you’re nuts. I just don’t get much say in the matter, so I’m stuck here.”

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“I’m totally, completely, three-hundred percent yours for six days. You’re breakin’ my heart here, G. Really-- the pain is so incredibly real that I might have to write another song about you. Yeah, well even the guys wish we could pull you outta school and keep you with us 24/7. They miss you, y’know.” 

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“So. How long do I get you for this time? A couple days? Or maybe a week. Wait, no, never mind, I bet that’s asking too much, seeing as more than twenty four hours seems to be too much time spent at home.”

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“Oh, don’t you give me that look, Georgia Beaumont. If you must know, you get exactly six days, eleven hours, and forty-two minutes. C’mon-- you know I wish I could be here more often, and even more than that I wish I could drag you along with me, but someone’s got school. Six days, eleven hours, and forty-one minutes.” 

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enchanted || flashback

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A high school party. A real life, red solo cup party. Georgia had always wanted to go to one, one where she could drink cheap and disgusting beer — apparently, it was an acquired taste — and dance with her friends. So when she found out her best friend, Madelyn’s older brother’s friend was having one, she knew she had to go. Maybe it was ridiculous to show up as a freshman, but she knew she had an in. Of course, it was nothing like the ones on TV, but so far, she was having just as much fun as she’d imagined. And of course, she did have one of those cups in her hand. She just wasn’t drinking it, as she quite literally could not get over the rancid taste of the beer. “It tastes like a skunk,” she had said after the first sip. And as usual, Madelyn had rolled her eyes — a signature move, really. “You’ll get used to it,” she’d responded. Another eye roll, this time from Georgia, as she resolved to just not drink it. Maybe she’d go hunting for something else later, but at the moment, she was content to just stand there and pretend the drink didn’t exist.

Now, she was standing against the wall, talking to Madelyn and some of their other friends, and just taking in the fact that she was here. They were going back and forth with funny things that had happened to them these past couple of days. Madelyn was talking, babbling almost, about how some boy had been running to make it to class and had wiped out on a freshly mopped spot just around the corner. The way she described it had Georgia laughed so hard she nearly collapsed against the wall behind her. Her shoulders shook as her normally loud laugh increased in volume at the stories that followed.

It was when Madelyn stopped mid sentence that Georgia calmed down and refocused. Madelyn never stopped talking unless someone interrupted her. Glancing up just as a new person joined their small group, she immediately recognized him. How could she not? He was Finn Jacobs, for god’s sake. He was the guy every girl wanted the attention of. She’d be lying if she hadn’t imagined what it’d be like to be the interest of Westchester’s latest heartthrob. Of course, she’d never expected anything legitimate, seeing as he had almost every girl under the sun practically wrapped around his finger. He could have virtually every girl in the world, what were the odds that he’d actually notice her? Right now, however, the odds were pretty high, as he looked directly at her when he spoke. She remained quite for a moment, glancing at the boy he motioned at — one of his band mates, she recognized. “Well, if it’ll help his ego, I guess I could give you a few minutes,” she replied, a slight smirk on her face. A sense of confidence had filled her when she realized he was in fact talking to her, and it allowed her to be a little teasing.

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The soft smirk that had been resting on his lips just moments previous spread into a wide grin. Talking to girls was a usual for him. He looked a bit old for his age, and he had plenty of practice hanging around his older sister’s friends. He only got more accustomed to it when the band started to gain momentum. In sixth grade, him and his three best friends-- Jack, Eli, and Kai-- decided that they wanted to start a band. They practiced nearly every day-- and they sucked. It wasn’t until two years later when they started to figure everything out for themselves. They worked coherently and naturally, creating and performing their own music-- for their parents. The band, named after Kai’s hometown Santa Cruz-- started off slowly, but once the four of them got to high school, things changed. People started to talk about the band full of a couple of fifteen-year-old punks, and they liked them, too. Their circle of friends grew, and soon nearly half of the neighborhood started to show up in Jack’s garage to listen to the boys practice when they could.

Still, none of it truly got to Finn’s head. His dreams were bigger than being small town heroes. His dreams included world tours, Grammys, his own record label-- and maybe even a girl that would ideally look a lot like the one standing in front of him. Georgia Beaumont. Small, beautiful, and currently giving him her full attention. Finn leaned against the wall slightly, his eyes lazily downcast to meet hers. “Seems you’re about as kind as an angel, too,” he nodded before adding, “I like you already.” Biting down on his bottom lip, he tried to clear his head before saying anything else. Yes Finn was charming, Yes he was great at making people love him. But something about this girl and her distracting smile made everything seem a little hazy, and he didn’t feel as though he were fully on his game.

Something stirred inside him as she gazed back up in his direction, a slight smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. He wanted to turn that smirk into a grin, the grin into a laugh, and the sound of her laughter into a song that was just as contagious. “Finn,” he said, lifting his hand up and offering it to her, “Finn Jacobs.” He paused for a moment, his smile faltering before he could really catch it. “And I-I’m sorry if this is weird and random-- and I know the last thing any girl wants is some creep hitting on her at a party b-but--...” His voice trailed off and he cringed at the sound of his own stutter. He never stuttered-- until now. He cleared his throat once more. “Gotta do my best friend a solid and help him gain that confidence, you know? So I figured I’d come over here anyway.”

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love is a weird thing like

you just pick a human and you’re like yes i like this one i’ll let this one ruin my life forever

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enchanted || flashback

It wasn’t that Finn didn’t want to be around his friends-- because he did. It wasn’t that Finn didn’t love going out-- because he did. It wasn’t even that Finn didn’t like the growing interest in him and his three best friends-- because he definitely did. No, none of that was the cause of his distracted mind set; it was the rhythm stuck in the back of his mind playing over and over and over and... ”Finn--... Earth to Finny--....” His best friend Eli was waving a hand back and forth across his line of vision, “Don’t make me call you by your full name, man. Finneg--” Finn’s eyes bolted to meet his best friend’s, narrowing as if to aim and fire lasers right into Eli’s baby blues. “Sorry,” he said, shifting his gaze back to the tiny red head who was batting her eyelashes up at him, “what were you saying?” The shift of attention and the question he prompted her with were pointless because about thirty seconds into her fast-pace babbling, his mind was back on the rhythm he’d been so focused on earlier. It was a musical habit, and a bad one at that, that had gotten him into trouble time and time again. When he got his first drum set, that’s all he did. Day and night, he was banging away on drums until he knew music like a second language. Then he started to write, creating his own form of art as an alternative to focusing on and anything and everything else. It was his escape, and when his music was stuck in his head-- nothing could pull him away from it.

The sound of laughter echoed across the room, silencing everything else in Finn’s crowded mind. His green eyes flickered up and searched for the source of the sound, falling on smile after smile until it landed on a girl that nearly knocked the wind out of his lungs. Her hair was long and brown, and it effortlessly flowed over her shoulders, bouncing as she shook with laughter. Her smile was bright and contagious, so much so that the corner of his mouth twitched upwards in an amused smirk. Something stirred inside of him, a flutter in the bottom of his stomach, making him shift his entire demeanor. The discombobulated noise in his brain ceased, and his eyes stayed on her as he hit Eli’s arm. “Dude, over there in the corner. Tiny brunette. Who is she?” Finn asked, his eyes trained on her and his heart beating faster with each passing second. As the drummer of Westchester’s new up and coming heartthrob band, he’d had his fair share of one-on-one interactions with girls, but none of them got his attention like the mystery girl across the room.

 “Georgia Beaumont. She’s a freshman,” Eli answered, “why?” A grin spread across Finn’s lips, and he placed a strong hand on his friend’s shoulder. The same confidence that washed over him when he sat down behind his drum set rushed through his veins. “I’m going to make her fall in love with me,” he reflected, patting Eli’s shoulder and excusing himself from the group. Weaving his way through the crowd, he never took his eyes off of the girl, merely nodding as a way of acknowledging the people calling his name. His confidence faltered as he got closer, but he didn’t back out. “Excuse me,” he said, interrupting the group conversation that was going on. His eyes locked on Georgia, and he flashed a charming smile that almost always got him what he wanted. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but my friend back there,” he motioned to Eli quickly then turned back to her, “We made a bet. He doesn’t think you’ll give me five minutes of your attention. I, personally, don’t think you’ll give me any time at all. He really needs an ego boost, so would you mind doing me a favor and let him win this one?”

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