rejection ➸ fillie

how to ask her out

"ow, jeez." i said as millie's rose bush she had near her room kept poking me.

i was used to this, it happens every once in awhile, but each time it still hurts.

he bent down and looked through millie's window, slightly. enough to where she wouldn't see him.

sometimes millie had her curtains closed, but it was probably only because she was changing or asleep. i don't know, i've never looked through them when they're closed.

like i said, i'm not a creep.

but right now she was just on her bed, doing something on her laptop.

i got out this polaroid camera i had found in the attic a couple years ago. when i got it out it looked like it hasn't been used in years, which it probably hasn't because when i got it my parents never asked me about it. then, i just bought some film for it.

sometimes i would take pictures of myself with it, i really liked this camera.

i got out the camera a took a photo, then a little bit more. and that's it, that's all i did.

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i climbed through my bedroom window and got the photos i had took out of my book bag.

i looked at them for a couple of seconds before getting the box and putting them in there.

and there you go, that's what i do on friday nights. it probably seems weird, and to a certain extent it might be. but no, all i do is take photos of her, all she doing is just sitting there.

"finn!" my mother called out. i closed the box and put it on top of my closet, my permanent hiding spot.

"coming!" i yelled.

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i walked down the stairs. "finn," my mother said, "your father and i are going out." she said, "dinner is in the fridge, if you need anything just call us, but don't call us unless you're dying or someone is trying to break into the house. alright?"

i nodded, "yeah, got it."

"oh! and we won't be back till late, so don't wait on us." she added. "yes, mom, i understand."

"ok, no people over either." she said, "wait, can noah come over?" i asked

"yes, noah can come over, no one else."

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"ok, so if i ever wanted to ask her to go on a date, i'm not saying i will, but if i did, how would i purpose the idea?" i asked.

"like, 'hey, wanna go on a date?'." noah casually said, which annoyed me.

"noah, i'm serious." i said.

"alright finn, it's not like you're gonna propose to her or something. you don't have to go and do this whole flash mob."

"yeah, well no shit noah." i said, "i just..want her to say yes."

"why? why do you want her to say yes so badly?" noah asked. "because i love her–" noah cut me off, "no, finn. you can't love someone you've rarely even talked to."

this, what he's saying right now is what upsets me. i can, i can love someone i've barely talked to.
i know a lot about millie.

"yes, i can." i quietly said. "finn, you can't. you don't love her–" i cut him off, "shut up, noah. you don't know anything. you don't know how i feel."

noah sighed, "alright, you know what, you're right."
noah said, "i'm..sorry, i guess."

"no, it's fine. just, stop, please."

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a/n:
i kinda like this story