The Fan (Fillie) //COMPLETED//

Secrets And Backgrounds

We sat there for awhile, Finn's arm around my shoulder. Izzat and Emmy was heading toward us, hands still attached. They smile at us but when Emmy saw Finn's arm around my shoulder, she falters a little. I decided to let that go.

"So are you guys a couple yet?" I blurt out. They both falter and lets go of each other's hand. Emmy was giving me a death glare, like she was going to kill me for saying that. Izzat had his jaw dropped to the ground.

"Uh-I, we-um." Izzat tries to say something but ultimately fails. He seems so cool and collected around me but with Emmy? He is a train wreck.

"Emmy, we need to talk. Izzat, go talk with Finn for awhile." Finn nods at me and I get up. Izzat looked reluctant to sit next to him but I push him towards Finn.

"Come on, Emmy. It's time for some girl talk."

And there we were, walking side by side through a public park. I couldn't believe she was my friend, how I said things about her that was false. I called her a bitch, called her stuck-up, called her mean. Izzat was right. I always go to conclusions way too fast for my own good. She wasn't wearing a hoodie but a pair of Ray Ban's. Her golden brown hair was rippling everywhere by the wind. Her skin was fair, no bumps or scars. I could tell Izzat was crazy for her smile. No wonder he fell for her, hard.

She was looking down at the ground and I was looking at her face. Distracted of looking at her, I hit something metal and cold. Clang! I was so distracted, I hit a lamppost. I fall to the ground, my vision blurry and my head dizzy.

"Millie?" I see Emmy in front of me, her voice sounding distant. She offers my hand  and I accept it. When I stand up, I was a little wobbly and could've fallen again but Emmy caught me. Wow. She's a lot stronger than I thought. I use the pole that I hit to steady myself.

"Thanks, Emmy." my words slurring a little. She giggles a little.

"You're welcome. That was hilarious. It looked like a cartoon." she giggled again. I must admit, it was a little funny.

"You are a lot stronger than you look."

"Thanks. I have trainers and training sessions on the weekends." she then looks at me. "Why did you want to talk to me?"

"Because I want to learn a lot more about you." she nodded at me and began her story while we walked on the path.

"Well, let's start from the beginning. I was born in Richmond, Virginia with my older sister. My life was normal, as you would call it. Go to school, do chores, listen to parents, be a rebel and etc. But what I always wanted to do was act. Every play or musical that the school offered, I always joined in. But my parents disagree. They say that acting is not a real career and I should be a doctor or something. I argued with them on what I wanted to do with my life but they never listened. Every time I participate in something that includes acting, they shake their heads and say I was a disappointment. I auditioned for Stranger Things to prove to them I could do something. Even after the success of the show, they still give me a cold shoulder when I go on tours or interviews. I say that I do it for nothing  on TV because I don't want to bring shame to my parents." she looked down again.

I couldn't believe what she just said. I hated myself at that moment. I ridiculed her for being snobby and getting the job for no reason. I secretly ranted to Izzat on how horrible I thought she was. How wrong was I?

"Izzat already told me about you but I want to hear it from you." she asks me.

I explain to her about my life. How I was born in Spain, lived in England and moved to Los Angeles. How normal my life was until I met Izzat.

"It was in the 3rd grade when I met him. After a couple years in Los Angeles, I got the hang of school and everything but I was never popular and  I never really had any friends. One day, after school, I found a boy alone sitting against a tree."

I continued on how I met Izzat, going into memory lane.

Flashback 6 years ago:

I walk with the mob of school children through the brightly decorated hallways and metal school doors. My shoulder-length hair bobbed all over the place. I am wearing my favourite dress today, pink and pretty. We learned about multiple tables earlier in math class. My mom is suppose to pick me up in 20 minutes. I look at my Hello Kitty watch. 2:15. I see a group of girls holding hands and talking to each other. I always wish I could make friends but nobody likes me. They say my voice is weird, saying I was different. I sometimes cry but they don't care.

While I am standing at the pick-up lane, I see a boy sitting against a tree at a patch of green. He looked sad. His skin was a little darker than mine and he has black hair. I walk up to him and sit down next to him. I want to be friends with him and comfort him. He looks at me with wide eyes for some reason. I stick out my hand.

"Hi! I'm Millie. What's your name?" he looks at my hand with bewildered eyes. Did I say something wrong? He starts to say something in a language I don't recognize.

"I'm sorry. I don't understand." he still looks confused. I point at my ears and he nods like he understands. I realize that he probably doesn't understand me as well. I will try my best for him to understand me.

"I'm Millie," I point at myself, "Millie. My name is Millie." he looks up at me.

"M-Millie?" he copies me and points at me.

"Yes!" I nod my head to confirm it and he smiles warmly. I like his smile.

"Izzat." he points at himself.

"Izzat." I copy him. I relish his name for a little. I never heard a name like his. I stick out my hand again and this time, he shakes it.

"Friend?" he says to me. It seems like he knows a little English.

"Friend." I hug him and he seems surprised for a moment before hugging me back. I hear a honk. I snap my head to the road to see my mom's car waiting for me.

"I need to go. Bye bye, Izzat." I stand up and wave at him.

"Bye... Millie." he waves back before I enter my car.

End of flashback:

"After that day, I met with him under that tree at that time, everyday. I sorta became his tutor. Everyday, I taught him a new word and some phrases. Although he had some English classes, he liked my lessons better because I was slow and steady, as in which the classes were fast-paced and advanced for him. By fifth grade, he was one of the best students in the English class. It was like his life dream to pay me back for helping him so much. We became best friends after that."

I ended my story at that. I didn't realize that we went all around the lake, back to the pole I hit.

"Wow, " she stops to look at me, "why does he have that limp?" Oh... I wrap my arm around her shoulder and drag her away from the path.

"Um-he had depression for a long time. He cut himself with a knife on his legs and arms." I whisper in her ear. Her eyes widen to the size of half-dollars.

"Really? Oh." she looks down.

"Don't talk to him about it. He is still a little sensitive about it." he were heading back to Finn and Izzat now.

"Oh, Millie?" she says to me sweetly, "I need to show you something but alone. How about we go back to your hotel?" I nod my head and she smiles warmly.

We approach the them. They were talking normally like Finn didn't beat him up just yesterday. Finn saw me and his eyes lit up. He stands up and goes to me, giving a light peck on my lips before slipping his hand into mine.

"Where's Noah and Caleb?" I ask him. He points to them about 20 yard away. They were playing ultimate Frisbee with some people.

"Oh. Let's go back to my place." he looks down at me with a bewildered look in his eye when I said that. I laugh at him.

"Finn! Not like that! With the gang." Finn immediately blushes and we laugh at him.

"Come on, let's get Noah and Caleb and get out of here."