recluse //fillie

late visits

Millie's POV

5 hours later, i sit in bed sketching the face of some Canadian boy by memory.

whenever i see him, i scrutinize every feature of his face.

his curly, messy hair.
his dark brown eyes.
the freckled scattered across his cheeks and nose.
his cheekbones.
his smile

every inch of his face, i swear, i know them by heart.

as i add some finishing touches, i can't help but feel flustered.

i already fell for Mr. Finn Wolfhard.

it's crazy to know that falling in like is that easy.

i always thought that romeo and juliet's love story was exaggerated.

it confuses me as to how they ever so easily fall in love by just making eye contact.

as to how they were both utterly in love that they died for each other.

it wasn't love; it was something deeper.

you see, that's what i need to find.

i need to find someone in which i could just look at them and i will find myself falling deeper, more madly, and more hopelessly in love with them.

and i might have just found that in no other than Finn Wolfhard.

i was brought back to reality as i hear a knock on my window.

it was 11:35 in the evening, who could possible be it?

i peer into the window and i see the boy i was just thinking about seconds ago.

i quickly open my window and let him in.

"what in the bloody hell are you doing here?!" i yell in a whisper.

"i wanted to see you."

that statement made me want to do backflips and cartwheels. my stomach was flipping. i was in a rollercoaster of feelings that i so love not to be in that moment.
what the hell is he doing to me?

"how did you even know where i live?"

"i usually ride my bike around here and i saw you one time." he says.

"oh okay." i mumble.

"hey, is that a drawing of me?" he cocks his head to the notebook on my bed.

"what?! oh! i-uhh-umm-err-n-nope?" I stutter.

"you just can't resist me can you, Brit?" he smirks.

"what!? what the fuck, no!"

"oh, ms. brown curses. cool."

"oh shut up." i say, completely embarrassed.

his eyes travel my room. his gaze was caught by a certain picture frame on my dresser.

"is this your family? you have a brother too?" he asks.

"well uhh, yeah. i had a brother." i correct him. pain registers in me.

"wait, what happened?" he queries.

"s-suicide. i was 13 when he died." tears started flowing as i thought of the memory i so wanted to forget. i don't want to hurt anymore.

"oh my god, i'm sorry. i shouldn't have asked." Finn gasps and he suddenly engulfed me into a hug.

he combed through my hair in a comforting way.

and in that moment, i immediately feel better. i finally let out all the bottled up feelings and Finn didn't judge me.

and we stayed in that position.
maybe it was seconds, or minutes, possibly hours, days perhaps, maybe weeks, a month, heck even a year. but it felt like forever to me and i never would want that moment to stop.

A/N: so um filler chapter but I won't be updating in a week or so and I thought maybe I could write at least one chapter. and also, its 1:54 where I live and I have a test on science later 1pm and I haven't reviewed so that's my life for you ppl!
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