'cause somebody stole my car radio, and now I just sit in silence
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"Millie, oh my god, it's your car!"
something about the blonde's tone appeared to snap millie out of her haze, suddenly alerting her.
as if she didn't quite catch what iris yelped, the girl snatched open the door to the boutique and breathlessly stood on the sidewalk.
her eyes darted left to right searching for her car, her mind completely blanking on her.
thankfully, millie's overwrought glare halted on her car within a mili second, as she then began to stomp over towards her convertible.
how brilliant, this is just what I need — to be robbed by some low life
the panicked girl then cut as sharp left, her body now parallel to the driver's side door, her eyes catching on a scalp full of curly black hair now ducking underneath her rear view mirror.
thinking quickly, millie took cover with the silver F150 a few feet from her vehicle, shielding away from his view.
she hushed her frantic breathing as she then apprehended the scraping of his shoes hitting concrete.
he's running — towards me.
millie then peered over the faded hood of the truck, her gaze briefly falling upon the thief who was now slowing his pace, her vintage Sony boombox in tow.
her eyebrows creased as incertitude set in ; why was her boombox the item he thrifted?
after all, millie left all kinds of items worth of value lying around in her car, almost pleading to be taken.
why wouldn't he take anything valuable?
but little did she know, that her vintage find was something most valuable to him — but not in the way she'd think.
sighing as she swept her wispy hairs away that framed her cheeks, millie then prepared to lunge as he got closer, achingly slow.
hearing his steps calm to almost a complete stop, millie felt anxious, overhearing his unsteady breaths from his escape.
taking a deep inhale of courage (or what she could muster for a tiny 100 pound girl), she then leaped up, clutching his arm.
a startled gasp left the boy's lips, his head immediately turning towards her, his features etched with worry.
Millie felt her threats and complaints suddenly catch in her throat as she finally had a clear, thorough view to inspect him.
the frazzled girl took in his tousled appearance, her eyes especially enjoying the opportunity to view his numerous freckles and his soft, brown eyes.
He began to frantically tug his arm, attempting to release her grasp on his bicep, but it made Millie hold a firmer grip.
millie couldn't do anything but stare and desperately try to grasp for her words, them completely disintegrating into her anxiousness, leaving her utterly speechless, and appearing quite silly if she was being honest.
"Mills!"
Millie glanced over her shoulder seeing iris trampling over to her frantically.
Quickly turning her glare back on the frightened boy, his lips barely parted, only to quietly whisper a sad, pathetic "please."
Call her stupid, but something about his tone tugged on her heart as she merely allowed her stare to fall on his arms, them tightly clutching the radio as if his life depended on it.
which, little to her knowledge, it theoretically did.
Flustered, Millie took one final sweep over his eyes, scrutinizing them, only to find nothing but purity.
pure fear, pure heartache, and pure penitentcy.
and with that, before she could fully apprehend her actions, her fingers gave up their fight to keep him any longer, her palm delicately running over his skin as it fell.
noticing his chance, the boy immediately flittered away, stumbling due to his nerve wracking encounter with the short haired girl, glancing back only once.
but millie didn't notice, as her attention was neither on her now scolding companion who was blatantly confused by her actions or the curious citizens, nosily hanging around to hear any information about the supposed 'robbery'.
her attention was back on the thought of the skinny, pale boy who took her car radio.
something about him just made her think, 'just give it to him, he needs it more than you'.
millie pondered and tried so very hard to come up with logical explanations ;
maybe it was because I'm just nice, or I wanted to avoid confrontation?
perhaps, because he seemed homeless, maybe it could be my good deed of the day?
or maybe even the possibility I was so full of it, I probably just acted on pure adrenaline.
but the countless excuses were simply her quirky way of hiding the real reason ; it had nothing to do with the fact that she was adrenaline drunk or 'just nice'.
millie confirmed to herself those were the reasons why, but they weren't.
and as the small girl glanced back in the direction he was just escaping from just a few moments ago, she could sense it too.
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soooo I know I updated yesterday, but since I already had this chapter wafting around in my drafts for about a week, I just decided why not just publish lmao so hopefully you guys don't mind
but anyways, just a disclaimer, this story will be a bit dark considering the back stories and some of the issues the characters have had to deal with, but no suicide or anything of that sort will be mentioned so if you're wary of that, don't worry
another thing I wanted to do to kind of give my story more originality, is by the time the song lyrics are done, the story will be done, so by the time the end of the song, the story will be over as well ; not sure if it's going to work out so I may have to bail if my story goes over, because I don't want things to be rushed, but hopefully it works out lmao
also, thanks so much to everyone who reads and comments! it absolutely makes my day!
love you guys!
