The next day Millie woke up shocked. She looked at the three boys that shocked her the most. Caleb, Finn, and then the worst of all, Noah. Millie scooted towards the top of the bed startled.
"What is he doing here?" Millie said frantically in her British accent.
"He came by looking for you, and he's one of my best friends. So is Finn. Why?"
"I can't be by him, not now."
Millie got up and put her shoes on and grabbed her suitcase.
"Millie wait!" Noah grabbed her hand quickly. "Can we talk?"
"No!" Millie yelled with a tear falling down her eye. "No. Not after that night I just can't." She wiped a tear.
"Millie it's fine I loved it." Noah said.
Millie shook her head. "You didn't." She sniffed and wiped another tear. "That's what they all say." Caleb and Finn looked confused.
"ALL!?" They both said. Noah gave them a look.
"I'm not they. I'm me. And that kiss was amazing."
"No. It wasn't. I'm done talking to all of you." Millie stormed out the room.
Noah turned around to look at Caleb and Finn then pouted.
When Millie arrived at the airport she was starving. She looked around for some food. Starbucks sounded good. But there was nothing.
"Bloody American airports." She snapped.
