three step plan - fillie

11. what she cant get to

millie

my fingers are drumming against the table melodically. a wrapper of glazed sugar donut lies empty on the middle, and a half empty cup of coffee still slightly warm in my fingers.

"where are you" i type hastily and send it to finn. its 10 : 31 based from my phone. "its been half an hou"

my finger is hovering over the 'r', im about to press it. but the door swings open, causing the bell to jingle and there comes in finn wolfhard - wearing a white v-neck and some denim.

"i pulled on my most basic attire so that you wouldnt find a loophole to insult my fashion sense," he says as he slips in the booth and takes my cup of coffee. he opens the lid then takes a sip, handing it back to almost empty.

i roll my eyes. "did you eat breakfast already?"

he cocks his brow in question. "mom, is that you?"

i roll my eyes again, but this time a small smile creeps on my lips. "whatever. you better be fully energized today. youre spending the whole day with me."

he groans dramatically. "such sweet sorrow."

i slap him on the arm playfully. "a-hole." i mutter under my breath, but he catches it and laughs. "okay, then what are we gonna do today anyway?" he asks.

"well," i've been over this last night. i researched hard on what people do more to know each other, wrote them down on a clean sheet of paper. taking out of my jean pocket, i handed it to him.

his eyelids flutter as he laughs, bringing his hand to cover his giggles. "twenty questions?"

i frown. "why? it really does help in getting to know each other."

"all so generic." he states before folding the paper and returning it to millie. "you take too much things too seriously. all by plan." he says blatantly. "try something spontaneous. even the questions are scripted."

i cock my brow. "fine."

he places his hands on the table, folding them together as his eyes twinkle mischeviously. "what's your full name?"

"millie bobby brown." i answer, my chin up. he shoots me an impressed look. "my turn," i say as i lick my lips. "whats your favorite color?"

he frowns. "that was in the list."

"yeah, well. answer?"

"its green," he sighs as an answer. "like, hunter green. military green. no light green." he cringes at the last sentence.

i nod. "your turn."

"whats yours, then? favorite color." he asks.

"purple." i answer right away. "any shade or tint. as long as its purple, i love it."

we throw questions at each other back and forth until we finish the 20 question mark.

so i conclude: finn is a guy who likes hunter green, enjoys staying at home watching netflix, doesnt like spinach, loves pick up lines or jokes, and a really humorous guy actually but covers it with a very swagger demeanor.

"so what now?" he drums his long skinny fingers on the table. "i guess we could go stargazing tonight, if youre free," i hum. "theres a meteor shower scheduled to happen tonight in vancouver."

his eyes sparkle. "sure."

;

finn's audi has a flat tire, so he uses his mom's suv to pick me up. the moment i heard an suv is what is going to be our car for the night, i quickly take blankets and pillows and tons of food that i bought from the grocery.

he gives me a questioning look as i enter the car. "whats with all the stuff?"

"later," i say smiling. "its a surpriiiise."

"one thing you should know about me: i hate surprises."

"you said you hated spinach more than anything, so i guess that ranks below it."

he rolls his eyes, but a smile formulates on his lips. "whatever. now put the place on the gps." he points to the screen in the middle.

after typing, i strap myself under the seatbelt securely and check if he is too. luckily, he is already.

the drive to the area we're going is 14 km away from greenwood hotel, so the drive is pretty long. i sleep for most of it.

when im not sleeping, finns singing along to mac demarco. we share a look, and i start singing with him.

as the song finishes, "we really do have the same taste in music." he states. "its pretty cool."

i nod. "it is."

we arrive there in 12 minutes before the meteor shower starts.

he takes a blanket of mine and sets it on the grass, but i stop him. "wait!" i call. "my surprise-plan-ish," i remind.

he raises his brows up and smiles. ''okay.. you set it up then."

i take the blanket from him and order him to open the back car door and  place the seats at the back of his moms suv down. i set the pillows down, take the bags of chips and multiple other food down by the middle. i hoist myself up, the blankets in my arms and nudge him over.

"c'mere," i murmur, smiling. he looks at me with a grin on his lips.

"nice." he says as he sits beside me.

"romeo and i did it once," i say off-handedly. my eyes stare off. "i told him it was the most romantic thing ever."

"how did you meet anyway?" he asks.

"he went to london this one time, right?" i say, taking the lays beside me and ripping it open. "i met him there and we just.. became a thing. but then something happened. and now, im here."

"you still arent ready to go into details?" he asks, a tinge of impatience i can hear.

"no."

he purses his lips. "mkay."

"okay, watch out for the sky," i say, changing the topic. he hangs his head backward, gazing up. "wow."

its starry - there are white little twinkles in the sky that remind me of the diamond studs sadie usually wears. and just like that my mind dwells on being homesick again - so i push the thought away.

"so is this part of getting to know each other?"

i reel my head towards him as his voice snaps me back to reality.

his lashes are thick - like a canopy hanging over a bed. in this light (pretty dim, actually) his freckles subtly scatter around his cheeks and his nose. i find myself staring at his feautures and feel his gaze staring right back at me.

he seems.. so easy to like.

but i cant get there.