I ponder of something great,
my lungs will fill and then deflate ;
—
"Millie, what about this?"
She glanced over her shoulder at the pale pink babydoll dress in her friend's grasp, giving it a quick look over.
"Too girly."
She then returned back to searching through the racks to see what Contempo Casuals carried this time.
Iris and Millie always casually came in weekly to see the new inventory — every Wednesday to be precise.
"Come on Mills! This is the '90's! Baby pink is so in!"
Millie rolled her eyes at her complaining and continued to finger through the different clothing.
"Iris, that's your style, not mine."
She sighed and hesitantly went to return it to the rack, before slinging it over her shoulder.
"I'll just get it for me,"
Millie shook her head, knowing she does this every time they shop.
"but we do need to get you into girlier clothes, m."
she scoped over her outfit as she now had millie's full attention. Millie simply folded her arms at her chest, raising an eyebrow.
"and what is wrong with my attire?"
She was wearing a pair of denim overalls over a heather gray muscle tee, with a simple red and navy plaid flannel draped over her shoulders, accompanied by a red beanie and black ankle boots — classic 90's style!
"Nothing! Nothing, I'm just suggesting," Iris quickly remarks. "You just dress really ..."
she purses her lips, her sentence now at a cliffhanger as millie impatiently waits for her to finish.
"Grunge."
She smiles to herself as if she's finally found the word to describe her best friend and her unique style.
Millie merely snickered and turned back around to the rack, now sifting through long sleeves.
"It's so 90's! grunge is in!" She sarcastically mocked, as Iris just shrugged.
"Whatever makes your heart content, Millie."
As she continues to sift through the clothes she finds herself pondering ; I mean she isn't wrong, I'm very different.
Grunge is definitely not in, especially not in Vancouver.
It's mostly about who can rock the most colorful prints and cutest leg warmers, it seems.
But that's what Millie appreciated about herself — she wasn't like everyone else here.
She has short brown locks, with a fresh, makeup free face and a confident, I-stand-for-what-I-believe-in attitude — something no one else here has.
but it's what she loved about herself ; after all, as long as you love yourself, you'll always have someone to love you.
She finds herself smiling to herself as she found a few striped sweaters and another flannel.
Screw being ordinary
Ordinary isn't Millie, and she loves it.
and ordinary isn't really Iris either, if she's being honest.
Although her and Millie don't differ in age, Iris hasn't had as much life experience as Millie has been pushed into having, so she hasn't quite figured out being extraordinary isn't a disease or anything to be ashamed of.
but it's alright — Millie's patient with her.
Iris is gorgeous and has the biggest heart, and a great style and personality all her own.
Millie just hopes someday soon she'll take her advice and stand behind her individuality.
"M, are you ready to check out?"
Millie blinked a couple times, peering up at her from the racks, seeing her already standing in line.
Millie just smiled a causal smile in return for an answer and trotted up beside her in line.
Iris gave her a simple smile in return as she placed her and Millie's findings on the counter before her.
Millie once again zoned out, bobbing her head to the song quietly sifting through the store, that she instantly recognized as waterfalls by TLC.
she hummed softly as she closed her eyes for a brief moment.
"Don't go chasing waterfalls,
please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used -"
Unexpectedly, a car alarm suddenly blared, cutting through the melody and ripping Millie out of her somber state, scaring her.
"What the hell?" Iris muttered as she grabbed the plastic bag, now by Millie's side.
Millie rushed to the side window, it giving a full view of the parking lot.
She stood on the very tips of her toes, peering like a curious child, her eyes quickly scanning over the numerous cars to see where the source of the ruckus is.
She really only did it because she was doing what sixteen year old Millie does best — be nosy.
but she never expected her car to be the one with the flashing lights and the crazy alarm sounding off.
"Shit."
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Ok so now you've met mills and Iris! since i wanted to be a bit different from the usual stories, I decided to have Iris be her friend because #originality ya feel
but anyways, in case you didn't catch the major (and pretty obvious) references to the era they're in, they're in the 90's ; more specifically 1995 because I love the 80's / 90's era
also, i decided to unpublish the prologue and kinda keep finn's backstory a bit more secretive for right now, so the more you read the more you'll kinda understand
again, major apologies for this flop of a chapter
hasta la vista !
