What if Millie Bobby Brown didn't get the role as Eleven? This story shows on how she becomes a FAN of Stranger Things and the cast, especially, Finn Wolfhard...
We finally landed with a bumpy landing. I clenched on my armrests to get a hold of something. I accidentally held Izzat's hand while doing so. His hand was warm while my hand was cold and clammy. Izzat just looked at our inter wind hand and just shrugged. I looked out the window, hands still attached, wondering why he's still holding on. It actually felt nice to feel his strong, warm hand. Wait, Millie! What are you thinking? When we went to a full stop, he let go of my hand, "Well, that's something you don't see everyday." he says motioning to our hands. Then he looks at me straight in the eyes.
His brown eyes was so dark, it looked like it was blending with his pupil. His light dark complexion complimenting his eyes. He had a rather strong jaw, his wispy facial hair standing out. I didn't know how long we were staring, but it seemed like hours. I started to feel blush approaching around my cheeks. He smirked. "Made ya blush." I looked away to hide my blush. Why am I blushing?
"Hey, don't worry about it. That was friendly only. I know you have your eyes on a certain someone in New York Comic-con." he says at me with a wink.
Wait, what does that wink mean? Was he joking? Was it intentional? Did he actually mean it?
"Hey, Millie," I got snapped out of my thoughts, " don't take that wink out of context. I know you are over thinking it." he says still smiling at me.
Wow, he knows me too well.
We got our luggage and got out of the plane. Izzat was beside me when we were walking around the airport, trying to get through security and document bullshit. My mom went to a line while we waited near the back. Why do they have to do so much? It's so tiring to do. I was in deep thought about it until I realized I was staring at him and he was staring back with raised eyebrows. "What? You want me to hold your hand again?" he chuckled lightly. I was blushing so hard I felt like an oven. No! I can't let him make me blush last. I grabbed his hand and squeezed tightly.
His eyes were darting to my eyes to our hands. His face stayed the same, just looking at me. " Why aren't you blushing?" I ask while blushing like crazy.
" You can't see me blush because of my complexion but I'm flattered." he says nonchalantly. He then leans in and... whispers in my ear. (HA! Gotcha! What do you think he was leaning in for? ) " So I can do it to you and you can never do it back." his voice sending shivers down my spine.
My mom was walking back so I let go of his hand but not before my mom noticed and gave me a questioning look. She just shook her head. " Come on kids, we can go to the hotel now." We walked out of the airport and the cold breeze hit me in the face like a brick. It was super chilly in New York City, even in the Spring. (I don't know if this is true. Been 6 years since I went there) I was looking at the proper jacket Izzat was wearing. I wish I had a jacket. Izzat saw me staring and laughed lightly. " What? You want my jacket?" I nodded my head shyly.
" I would give you my jacket but then I would get cold too." he said smirking at me. I glared at him.
"Fine." he says rolling his eyes. Once he put it on me, I felt immediately better.
"Very romantic." I mumble.
" Charmed." he says with a slight British accent. He had an American accent but sometimes it sounded vaguely British or Malay.
We called a nearby taxi and we all got in it. My mom was in the front while Izzat and me were in the back. We didn't talk during the whole ride. He went on his phone to fill in the awkward tension. He went to Instagram and scrolled through some pictures. He was pretty popular in school. He had about 350+, meanwhile, I had about 78. He showed me a funny post about Stranger Things.
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We finally stopped at our hotel. The Hilton Garden Inn. It looked pretty nice and was pretty big. We walked in and went to the receptionist desk. " Hello, how may I help you?"
" Yes, hi. We have two rooms booked. I'm Mrs. Brown." my mom replied nicely.
" Oh yes. Please sign this and confirm." she gave my mom a sign-in paper.
My mom quickly filled it in and wrote her signature. " Thank you, Madam. Your rooms are Number #435 and #436." she gave us our room keys. " have a nice day."
"You too."
We went inside the elevator and listened to the awkward yet soothing elevator music. The floor of the elevator was tile and the walls were all polished mirrors. There was an infinity of us all over the place. " Yay! I can tease more than one Millie now!" Izzat exclaims excitedly.
" Great, one of you is enough already." I mumble while rolling my eyes.
We reached our floor and went to our rooms. Good thing our rooms were next to each other so it's easier to go together for stuff. My mom and me were sharing a room while Izzat had his own room. "But what if the monsters come after me?" Izzat asks me with sad puppy eyes. I roll my eyes at him. I don't laugh but secretly, I love his teasing and jokes.
I walk in my room and it was pretty big. Nice soft carpets. Two beds. A clean bathroom. I can stay here for a week. I set my luggage near one of my beds. I jump on one of the beds and laid down. I was super exhausted. I looked at my phone.5:47. Might as well take a nap before dinner. Comic-con was tomorrow in the morning. As I was slowly drifting to a sleep slumber, I was recounting the day through my head. I was replaying the time on the plane with Izzat and in the airport.I had one last thought before I was knocked out.
Am I falling for my best friend?
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Drama! At his finest! I know, I know. I will get to Fillie stuff probs in the next chapter.
