blinded love / fillie

eight

millie

"Just please, don't embarrass me," I pleaded, my eyes scanning over both my mom and dad.

"We'll try," my dad shrugged.

I stood up from the kitchen stool and straightened out my skirt once I heard the sound of the doorbell. I quickly walked to the front door, my heart racing faster than I could control.

I swung the front door open, revealing Miss Wolfhard and Finn, holding a bouquet of sunflowers.

"Hi Millie!" Miss Wolfhard greeted me, embracing me tightly.

"Hi, Miss Wolfhard," I smiled, returning the hug.

"We brought these for you guys," she said, gesturing to the flowers, "Finn insisted on getting sunflowers."

I moved out of the way, allowing the pair to walk through the door.

"That's because they're for you," Finn whispered, a smirk creeping on his lips.

"They're beautiful, thank you," I said, taking the delicate bouquet from Finn. "My parents are right in the kitchen just down the hall, Miss Wolfhard. We're right behind you."

Miss Wolfhard nodded her head and made her way down the hall, where I heard the sound of greetings being exchanged.

"I've missed you," Finn said, smiling brightly once he heard his mom in the kitchen.

"It's been one day, Finn," I laughed.

"21 hours to be exact," he paused, leaning in as his smirk remained on his lips, "but who's counting?"

I playfully rolled my eyes and gently pushed my hand on his chest. I walked in front of him, headed to the kitchen to meet up with our parents. I then felt a tug on my wrist, stopping me from going further.

"What?" I laughed.

"You have to lead the way."

"Finn, I know damn well you know where you're going," a small giggle left my red-stained lips, "come on."

A pout formed on his lips. "Please?" He begged as if he were a young child who wanted candy.

I rolled my eyes once more, a smirk playing on my lips. I interlaced my fingers with his and lead him to the kitchen, where our parents sat at the counter as my mom prepared the last of the food. Even though they had just met for the first time, they were talking as if they had known each other for years. We broke our hand contact before they looked over at us.

"Lovely of you two to join us," my dad said sarcastically, a wide smile on his face.

"Dad," I said through my gritted teeth, trying to hide the pinkness covering my cheeks.

"Finn," my mom said, walking over to us, "it's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard a lot about you-"

"Mom!" I said through my gritted teeth once more. Was it their mission to embarrass me?

"The pleasure's all mine, Mrs. Brown," he beamed, holding out his free hand, his walking stick in the other, "I've heard a lot about you, as well."