my pride is no longer inside, it's on my sleeve
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rainy days once were able to establish a fanatic fondness in millie's sense ; at one point, becoming her addiction.
percepting the faint patter of the drops on her windshield would immediately transfer her mind into a state of pure bliss and relaxation.
in contrary, something about the gloomy weather now caused her mind to ponder on certain things, setting her in a mood of unknowing.
the mere clinking of the globules of water now caused her thoughts to enclose on one certain topic — or person, if we're being technical.
"get a grip millie," she'd chant to herself, in attempts to rid herself of even the mere thought of the boy she took unwanted interest in.
but alas, millie knew better than to think he'd go away that easy, something about him made her intrigued with his situation ;
with him in general.
over the past two days since they've made unintentional acquaintance, the awestruck teen couldn't succor herself and seemingly found her own heart desiring to stumble across him again.
call her cliche, but millie couldn't seem to deny herself pondering up silly instances where they'd encounter each other again.
if only they weren't just witless fantasies
millie unbound a pent up breath, resting her head on the steering wheel.
"get ahold of yourself, thinking about a boy ; what's wrong with you?"
she couldn't help scolding herself, hoping maybe her own coaching would knock some sense into her lovestruck mind
of course millie wasn't in love with the boy with corkscrew black curls ; but she might as well be.
he snatched away every thought, every waking moment, making it all about himself the past 48 hours.
millie has almost driven herself virtually certifiably insane.
"hey mills!"
millie briskly hoisted her head up in surprise, her cheeks now an evident shade of vermilion. "hey iris."
quirking an eyebrow, iris swiftly reaches over to the handle, securing the door to millie's civic closed.
"what? no 'hi flower', all i get is a 'hey iris'?"
millie felt her lips quiver into a small smile while she reversed from the driveway where iris' babysat.
flower was millie's nickname for her long term compeer, which she applied to her very regularly ; rooting from when they were just the young age of 8.
"sorry," she softly grinned, winding through back roads back to their apartment they shared. "i guess i just haven't been my usual self lately."
