Headphones//Fillie

Chapter 1 - Smells Like Teen Spirit

My name is Millie, Millie Bobby Brown, and to say I'm different from most girls is an understatement. I sat in my bedroom staring up at the ceiling, studying it. I never noticed, but little white bumps cover the ceiling. Each minute bump different from the rest. Just like people. None of them are the same. Though they act like it. That's how the girls in my school act. All the same. They all wear the same kind of clothes, talk the same, act the same, do the same things, and never allow themselves to be who they really are out of fear that they might stand out. I, on the other hand, couldn't care less about what everyone thinks. Their opinions mean nothing to me. I sighed and clasped my headphones around my ears. I went into Spotify and opened my "bored" playlist. Smells like teen spirit by Nirvana came on and I sat up and walked over to my desk. I got out a pencil and began tapping it along to the beat. The chorus was approaching and I got out of my chair, dropped the pencil, and prepared to sing the lyrics. "With the lights out, it's less dangerous. Here we are now, entertain us! I feel stupid and contagious. Here we are now, entertain us!" I screamed, dancing around my room. I didn't care if my brother and his stupid friends could hear me. They were one year older than me, but I felt much more mature than them. They all listened to stupid rap music and played video games all day. I don't think you are really appreciating music when you listen to the rap trash on the radio now-a-days. I got carried away singing, when someone grabbed my headphones and ripped them off my ears. I turned around to see my brother, Noah, and his annoying boy band behind him. The music that was once playing into my headphones was now blasting out of my phone for everyone to hear. They all looked at me awkwardly while I snatched my headphones back. "Why do you listen to such trash anyways" Noah asked. "Nirvana isn't trash you plonker, I think you're getting it mixed up with the rap junk that you play from your radio" I fire back. Caleb, Noah's friend, says, "oooh roasted bro", while Gaten, his other friend, says, "dude, your sister totally got you". I smiled and looked at the last boy standing behind Noah, Finn. Finn was different from the other boys. He was kind of like me in the sense that he didn't care about what other people thought. He liked Nirvana and all the other good bands like I do. The only difference is that Finn is popular, charming, and good looking, and I am not. I don't really care though. I guess in an alternate universe, we could be friends, but it just would never work out in real life. It's the sad truth, but I just had to accept it. Finn smiled back at me and I felt my cheeks heat up. I suddenly feel very self conscious and begin fixing my hair (which got messed up during my jam session). Why am I acting like this? This is not me. Why am I blushing? And why is Finn still smiling at me? I stare into his intriguing brown eyes and admire all his features. I've never really realized how adorable Finn is. His gorgeous brown eyes, chocolate brown hair, and cute little freckles that complement all his other features. I am snapped out of my daze by Noah saying, "why are you staring at Finn?". I look back at him, pretending to be confused, and say, "what are you talking about?". "Finn" he says, "you've been staring at him for like 5 minutes straight". I blush and look at the ground. His friends beginning to laugh, while Finn blushed. Was it really that long and noticeable? I mentally sigh and tell the boys to get out of my room. I go back to lying on my bed and I scroll through my playlist. After choosing a song I scroll through my Instagram feed humming along to the song. I then got a text from Noah. It reads, "do you like Finn?". I was about to answer no, but I stopped myself. I don't like Finn, do I? No, definitely not. I quickly reply with, "no" and turn my phone off. I don't like Finn, do I? It doesn't matter if I do, it's not like I have a chance with him anyway.