Other Half •• Fillie

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A/N:Guess who's back and better then ever😝😝
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Millie's POV
There's no damn way that the boy I felt a strong connection with, is Finn fucking Wolfhard. The boy I was talking to understood my emotions and feelings; Finn doesn't understand my emotions or my feelings. I refuse to believe that Mike and Finn are the same person. I refuse, I refuse, I refuse. I rip up the paper and the envelope with such passion, I'm pretty sure people think I'm crazy. It's just, how could Finn be the person that understood my struggles, just how. He's always been an ass to me, and he's always had more then me. How can Finn Wolfhard possibly understand how it feels to be neglected. I gather all the shreds of paper, and ball them in them in my hand. I proceed to get up and throw everything away.
"Millie is there a problem?" Mrs.Landon asks me as she puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Yes...I'm pretty sure there has been a mistake. But no worries, I'll fix it." I walk out the classroom, not bothering to look back when my teachers concerned voice calls out to me. I was going to find out what was really going on, because this was bullshit.
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"What do you mean this isn't bullshit!" I say to the principal.
"It Just isn't. I've refreshed the screen six times for you, Finn Wolfhard is your match. Why are you guys so shocked, your answers were similar, and inappropriate if I might add."
"What do you mean 'you guys'? Did Finn come to you too?" I asked, a little offended.
"Yes, he's just as shocked as you. Says that couldn't have been the girl he felt such a strong connection to."

He felt a connection with me....?

"Well...ugh nevermind." I turn away from the principles desk and walk out his office.
"Your welcome!"
"Yea Yea!" I walk out of the front office and into the abandoned hallways. This shit could not be any more wrong. Finn Wolfhard? What month is it, because I'm pretty sure this is an April fools trick. Finn and Mike are two different people..aren't they..?

Uhhh, I'm confused!

I continue to walk the halls, trying to find a secluded corner to sit in. When I find it, I sit down and take out my 'Fuck Everything" Diary. Then, I get to writing.

Dear Diary,
FUCK EVERYTHING! We did this stupid matching thing at our school and turns out Finn Wolfhard is my match!!! Uhhh!!! I can't possibly believe that Finn made me feel like I actually belonged! You know about Finn, Yea, the last 13 pages are about him. He's an ass, a jerk, and a self absorbed little dick! ....with the cutest hair that falls naturally over his face, his voice is raspy but I love it. The way his smile unfolds on his despicable face is mesmerizing. The way his eyes tell a story of perfection is just...no..no..NO! No no no, he's still a dick and I don't like dicks. I mean I do like dick but...you know what I mean Diary. I can't get over the fact that Finn may actually be my other half, the person who understands me more then god himself. Jesus Christ!!! Help me!!!

I put close my diary and rest my head on the wall to my right. Why was I so astonished by this. Why was it, that the idea of Finn potentially being the only human being who could fulfill my selfish and arrogant ways, shocked me. Maybe because the persona he projects at school, isn't the same as the persona he projects over text. At school he covers up his true self, over text he lets it all flow out. I can't believe I'm saying this...but what if Finn...what if all this shit...a stupid as it sounds..was meant to be. What if this happened for a reason? Maybe I should give him a chance..just maybe.
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As soon as the bell for school to end blares throughout the whole school, I gather my stuff from the bathroom and make my way out. I only went to homeroom plus two other classes. After that Finn's name wouldn't leave my head so I have to get away. Going home wasn't a good idea after what happened yesterday, so I stayed in the bathroom. School was my escape place. Well...the schools bathroom was my escape place.
I exist the bathroom and bite the inside of my cheek, trying to cleanse myself of all the thoughts that uncomfortably roam throughout my head. Everyone around me seems to be so happy with their match, then there's me. I can't stand the thought that Finn Wolfhard is the person I was talking too. Why him, out of all people why him. Why couldn't it have been Reggie Tozier. He's funny as fuck, one of the reason why I rarely skip first period.