DENIM ➣ FILLIE

02

"Our bill wasn't paid, I'm improvising."

I sat on my bed across from Sadie as she babbled on about how 'the denim guy likes you!'

"No, he really doesn't. He's probably just leading me on to use our electricity or some random need." I said, grabbing a small bottle of nail polish from the table beside my bed.

I painted a few nails. "Millie, maybe he just doesn't know how to show love or some shit like that?" Sadie said, scrolling through her phone.

"Or-" I was cut off by a sudden scream from my mom. "Millie! The power has gone out!"

"Ugh, I know what it is, mom. I'll address the problem. Give me a little while." She nodded as she listened to what I was saying closely. She was probably in the middle of her soap opera or something.

"What the hell?" I shouted to the boy in denim, as he closed his power box. "You need to stop this, denim boy."

"Our bill wasn't paid, I'm improvising." He said, leaning against his wall and raising his eyebrows.

"Yes! Give us our stupid cord back! You said you'd stop, denim boy." I said, crossing my arms and giving him a mean glare.

"I have a name that isn't 'denim boy.'" He said, scoffing. What a smart ass.

"Oh really? Never noticed." I said sarcastically, quickly faking a smile. "What's the real name you got, denim boy?"

"It's Wolfhard. Finn Wolfhard." He smiled, clicking his teeth in that awkward fuckboy way.

"Okay, Finn Wolfhard. Do me a favor, and stop stealing my cables! No matter how hot you look on the outside, I'm not buying it!" I yelled, snatching the cord from his hand.

"Sassy, isn't this one?" He said, smirking. I looked up at him, rolling my eyes, as I tried to add the over dramatic effect.

"Okay, listen. I don't know what fuckboy land you came from, but I'm just not buying this." I said, looking at him from head to toe.

"What's not to love, princess?" He asked, running his hands through his dark hair. "Afraid of getting hurt?"

"What? No, I'm not five." I said, rolling my eyes. I could hear shouting from my mom with her excitement that the power returned.

"They say the most beautiful stay young, so I'm not sure." He trailed off, awkwardly laughing at his own terrible joke.

"I can contact the police for you stealing our cables! That is illegal." I said to Finn, stomping my foot on the ground forcefully.

"Whatever, I promise I won't steal your cables anymore." He said, holding out his pinky for me to link mine with.

"I don't do pinky promises." I said, leaning back against the brick wall of my house. "Like I said, I'm still not five."

"Fine, can't be official that I won't take them then." He shrugged, looking back over his shoulder at me innocently.

"Okay... Guess I can't promise that I won't call the cops if you do either." I shrugged, making my face innocent in expression.

"You're a-" Finn got cut off by my mom screaming from my bedroom window.

"Millie, dear, are you almost done?" She asked, waving a cookie in the air. I saw Sadie in the window eating one, proving she wasn't true to saying she wouldn't eat later.

"Yes, just a few more minutes." I shouted up, as she closed the window with a snap of the lock. I looked back to Finn.

"Got it? Cables for cops, we can trade." I smiled, as I walked away. "See you around!" I yelled back at him.

I entered the house, running up the stairs. The first question my mom asked me was a bit alarming, meaning she'd spied on me.

"Who's the boy?" She asked, putting a piece of the cookie in her mouth. I took on off the tray.

"He's just a friend, I guess." I shrugged, taking a bite out of the cookie. I love the kind of cookies my mom makes, they're amazing.

"More like a rival, Millie." Sadie noted, as my mom looked alarmingly at me.

"I don't want you having rivals or enemies, Millie. You're my daughter and my daughter is a friend to all!" She yelled at me. I nodded.

"Listen, mom, I'll try to sort things out tomorrow. Until then, can you just let it go?" I asked, sending her out of my room.

I sat down, and continued painting the nails I never finished. I guess being outside yelling at Finn for so long helped them dry.

"What happened out there? Your screaming was so loud." Sadie said, looking up from her ultra bright phone screen.

"I guess we're sort of even right now in a way. Help me sort things out tomorrow though, please Sadie!" I asked.

"Of course. Is he being rude? Like, in a bad way?" She asked, emphasizing the word bad.

"No, not really. Just a minor misunderstanding. I don't think it'll be anything major, though."

"Let's just hope not." She noted. "You remember what happened with Romeo."

"Oh, don't even bring up that bitch!" I said, throwing up the hand with dried nail polish.

"I still can't believe he hit-" I shushed her, because I could hear a noise near my door. If it was my mom, I would've been screwed.

"I still can't believe he hit you!" Sadie whispered. "Hitting girls is illegal, isn't it?" I nodded, because last I checked, it was.

"You're not gonna end up getting in a fight with this guy, hopefully." Sadie said, with a cookie in her mouth. Her words were nearly inaudible.

"I won't, or at least, I'll try my best not to." I said. "Sadie, you always know it's always never my fault when these fights start."

"Yes, but when are you going to to forgive Noah for that incident last year?" Sadie asked, and I froze up awkwardly.

"Spilling pasta on his white sweater was an ACCIDENT and you know that!" I said, raising a hand.

"Oh, yes, you just happened to know the exact time he was walking your way to get up with your tray." Sadie sarcastically said.

"Yes I admit, I was a tad bit angry with him." I said, crossing my arms. "But we're sort of friends now!"

"He lives across the street, and you're the only house in the neighborhood not invited to his Christmas party." Sadie said, rolling her eyes.

"Maybe it's just an accident!" I said, throwing my arms up to add to the dramatic effect of my rebuttal.

"Yes, an accident that happens every year for the past three years." Sadie laughed, reimagining the Brown household on the day of the party each year.

"My mom always wondered why there were so many cars in front of his house," I said. "I had to just tell her it was because he was having a big sleepover."

"You always put yourself in the middle of these incidents, Millie. I find it quite hilarious." She said, looking up from her phone screen once again.

"And once again, I believe it's never my fault."