rejection ➸ fillie

a box

"millie!" i unintentionally yelled into the phone. then i shut my eyes tightly, regretting it.

"finn!" she yelled back, which caused me to actually chuckle. "so, you didn't get what we had for homework?" she asked.

i furrowed my eyebrows. but then, i remembered what noah had told me. "oh, yes uh, yeah."

millie explained the homework, which i didn't even focus on. i just focused on her soft voice, with her soothing British accent.

"got it?" she asked.

"yeah. i got it." i said.

"good," she said, "so i'll see you tomorrow then?"

oh my god, does she want to see me?

"of course!"

—

"did you talk to her?" noah asked. i nodded, "i actually wasn't as awkward as i thought i'd be, which is good."

we were walking over to my house to just hang out.

"you think she likes you?" he asked. "noah, i can't tell just by one phone call."

—

i opened my bedroom door. "okay, well um wanna play some video games?"

noah nodded, "so where is your other controller?" he asked roaming around the room. i shrugged, "look for it." i said as i looked for a game.

—

noah

i open one of his drawers. and i see a little box, i grab it, picking it up.

finn looked my way, "no no, don't open tha—" but it was too late. i had already opened it. my eyes widened at what i saw.

"f-finn, what are these?" i ask, terrified. "they're, they're pictures..." he trailed off.

i nodded, "yea-yeah finn," i start.

"of millie." i add.

"these, they're all photos of millie." i say looking through the photos. "this!" i yell taking out one particular photo, "this photo was taken yesterday!"

finn shut his eyes, "y-yeah, i, i know."

"finn, how long have you been doing this?" i ask, looking through all of the pictures he had.

"i don't know. a few months, a year maybe. i don't know!" he snatched the box from my hand.

"i'll throw them away," he said. he went over to his closet and put them on top.

"i will." he said.

—

finn

i'm not.

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a/n:
ok so chapters are getting like really short, but trust me it wont be like that for long, alright, these are just little fillers building the plot.