Runaway Life // FILLIE

Adorable

Finn's POV:

"Mill?" I ask, hearing a hum as a response. "Could we, uh- could we just stay home instead? I mean I know you already got ready and everything but I don't know.. I miss it just being us sometimes." I confess with a casual shrug as I lean on the wooden doorway of her bedroom. "I guess we could, yeah." She replies while smiling softly, her gorgeously mesmerizing accent flourishing through her words. "Okay, cool. I'll tell the others." I offer before tapping the frame and walking down the hall where everyone is throwing on their coats. "Hey guys, Millie and I are gonna stay back. She isn't really feeling well." I lie while putting on my best, worried expression. "Oh that's too bad, well I could stay home instead. Make her soup and stuff." Paige suggests while already getting ready to take off her scarf. Shit.

Quickly, I put my hand out for her to stop. "No, don't! I mean- you don't have to, I'm happy to stay really. Besides, you care for us way too often to stay, you deserve this." I insist with an assuring nod, one she thankfully agrees to. "Alright, but I want you to call me if it gets bad. Understood?" She questions prenatally, raising her eyebrows at me. Smiling I hold up an 'okay' sign using my hand, "Perfectly." With one last skeptical glance, the group huddles out the door, waving goodbye and giving me suggestive looks as they walk out.

Making sure the coast is clear, I look back down the hall only to see a short brunette walking my way; instead wearing an over-sized, soft grey sweater that has a knitted texture to it. "You're really selling the whole 'sick' look, huh?" I remark as she shrugs while bringing the soft fabric to her face. Gosh, you're so freaking adorable. "So.. what do you wanna do?" She asks while plopping down on the couch comfortably. "Depends. What are you up for?" I question, raising my brows in interest. "Well.. we haven't made out in a while." Millie mentions casually while I instinctively smirk as I only become more interested. "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting, Millie Brown?" I remark as she looks away, shrugging innocently. "Maybe." "If I'm not mistaken, the goddess Millie Bobby Brown is actually suggesting making out with me. I must say ma'am, I'm honored." I admit while rushing to her side and getting down on one knee as she sits on the couch. "You're a dork, beanie boy." She states with that genuine smile of hers, the one I'm addicted to seeing. Seeing you happy makes me happy. "It comes with the heartthrob trait, I suppose."

Smiling she pulls me by the sides of my open red flannel to her as her lips lock with mine. Feeling her smile against my lips I move my hands to cup her face gently. Reluctantly I pull away and stand to my feet, placing my hands on my hips. "Hey! I wasn't done with you." Millie complains, laughing when I raise a brow. "Let me get my laptop." I insist, running down the hall to her room and grabbing it from the bed before coming back just as quickly as I left. I drop myself down beside her and lift my feet onto the coffee table, crossing them over another. "What are we doing?" The Brit asks curiously, having full trust in whatever I have planned. Crazy how one day she doesn't trust I'll catch her if she falls and another.. well now she knows I'll take a bullet for her. "Well I was thinking.. maybe we could just watch a little movie called 'The Breakfast Club." I suggest while smirking at her as she puts the end of her nose on my shoulder, staring at the laptop screen as I do the same. Even the smallest touch is enough, just so we know each other are there if we need them. "Alright, you've got me interested."

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"I'll be right back." I mutter, pausing the film as I swiftly head down the hall and grab my glasses after about forty minutes of not really being able to see a thing. Grabbing my glasses from the bedside table, I start to leave before I notice a white envelope lying patiently on Millie's bedside table. Unable to hide the growing curiosity I slide on the eye-wear that blesses me with a clear vision and slowly pick up the light-weighted letter, reading over the cursive words written neatly in a dark maroon pen. To the Start of Our Runaway Life <3. Furrowing my eyebrows I walk out the room with the envelope still in hand.