dare | fillie

• two •

it's the truth, brown. you're beautiful.
(rewritten)

millie groaned softly as she put a hand on the door in frustration. "this is absolute bullshit." finn tilted his head, a smirk printed on his face. "i dunno. it seems fun."

"what are we? kindergarteners?" millie complained, sliding to the floor and pulling her legs into her stomach, wrapping her arms around them. "what does sadie get out of this, anyway? makes no fucking sense. jesus, it's cold in here."

finn chuckled. "sadie- is wasted. and also really fucking rich. it's just a game to her. and- here." he pulled his sweatshirt off his body, his shirt riding up a little as he did so. millie couldn't help but stare at his toned stomach, her head immediately jerking back up to meet his gaze.

"no, it's okay." millie protested, holding out a hand to push away his offering. "i'm okay. this dress was just a bad choice."

finn smiled, this time more genuinely. "no no, i insist. and you must accept, since you're my girlfriend now." millie let out a snort of amusement, accepting the sweatshirt and pulling it over her dress. "thanks."

"you're welcome. a pity though, that dress does look beautiful on you." finn grinned, and both teenagers giggled a little. "don't push your luck, finn. it's just a dare, you don't have to make up sappy shit to tell me."

finn raised an eyebrow. "who said i was making it up? it's the truth, brown. you're beautiful." millie slapped his arm lightly. "whatever." they were quiet for a second, before she whispered, "thanks."

"so..." finn dropped down on the floor next to her, running a hand through his hair as he tilted his head to look at her. "tell me about yourself."

millie laughed in spite of herself. "currently, my head hurts. i don't normally drink alcohol. i wish i was in bed right now. also, it's still cold. the sweatshirt helps though." she smiled a little. "thanks again."

she glanced up at him, a tingle running up her back as his hand gently touched hers. he smiled again, and began to laugh. "that's not what i- i want to know about youuuu."

"you're drunk," millie snorted in amusement. his eyes couldn't really focus on her, but he continued to laugh at her statement. "i only had three drinks. i hold my alcohol well, brown. but whatever, i'll tell you about me."

he pushed his back against the wall, and millie put her legs down, angling her body so she could watch him while he talked.

"my full name is finn wolfhard. i'm 17, i am a senior this year. i have an older brother named nick... i dunno. i like to play guitar. what about you, brown?"

millie rolled her eyes gently. "stop calling me that. uh, i'm millie brown, i'm 16, a junior this year. i have three siblings. an older sister paige, and an older brother charlie, and... a younger sister named ava. she's the only one still living at home still with me." finn was staring at millie intensely as she talked, and it gave her goosebumps.

"what?" millie asked, holding her breath gently. "you really are gorgeous, millie." he breathed, and millie's cheeks began to heat up in spite of herself.

"plus, i can call you whatever i want. you're my girlfriend now. right, baby?" he leaned a little closer, his breath hitting her lips. her eyes darted down at them, and he reached out, putting his hand on her knee and tracing a circle there. millie's heart was beating faster and faster, shivers rocketing down her spine. her eyes fluttered closed, and-

he pulled away, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. millie scowled at him. "whatever, finnie. just because we're dating for a date doesn't mean you get to kiss me whenever you want."