Cigarette Smoke // FILLIE

Beautiful Bands

       "Noah will be here any minute, hurry up, Mads." I complain from outside her bathroom, hitting the back of my head against the door repeatedly out of frustration and boredom.

"Alright! Okay, I'm done." I hear but before I can take my weight off the door it's swinging open from behind me, sending my ass falling to the tile ground.

She represses from bursting out the laughter she's painfully dying to get out, instead helping me up to my feet and giggling to herself as we rush out of her house after receiving a text from Noah reading, I'm here.

I jump into the passenger seat of Noah's black Honda civic, Maddie getting into the back after I called shotgun.

It takes a few moments until I realize why the car hasn't moved and nor has Noah.

His eyes are practically glued on me as he gulps nervously, his hands squeezing the wheel so tight that his knuckles turn a pale white.

"Noah calm yourself, you act like you haven't seen Millie in no less than a bikini. Contain yourself and drive." Maddie states, making the two of us blush profusely as Noah nods and obliges instantly while you can practically see the sweat beads forming on his face.

It's true though, Noah's already seen me in a bikini countless of times countless of summers before- so what's different?

And more importantly, why does he get nervous about seeing my skin anyway? Maybe guys just do that, get nervous when seeing a girl's skin; no matter if they're just friends.

I kept telling myself that the whole way to Jack's house, trying my best to ignore the fact that Noah's never- not once- looked at Maddie the way he just did at me.

And the thought of why he'd stare at me that way, it causes a scared anxiety I wouldn't nor do know how to handle.

"Yes! Losers, we have fucking made it. Now let's go get our party on!" Maddie exclaims as Noah pulls up the curb beside the Grazer's front lawn where peers are already walking inside the booming house filled with flashing lights, live music, alcohol, and most likely all sorts of drugs and smoking devices.

This was a bad decision.

Maddie practically has to drag me out of the car while Noah stays silent and simply tags along, eyeing every person we come across on our way inside.

The second my foot steps through that front door a wave of various stenches just about hits me back out.

"Millie look- look there!" The blue-eyed girl squeals, grabbing my arm as she leads me deeper into the crowd of drunk, yelling and jumping teens that surround and engulf us in a sweaty cloud of bad breath.

I follow her finger to where the loud noise of music is being produced.

Beside the glass doors that lead out to the backyard plays a band that consists of three boys and a girl, the raspy low voice that bounces from every wall belonging to Finn Wolfhard himself as he plays an electric guitar along with his band I don't know the name of.

His eyes are squeezed shut in full concentration and passion as he yells out,

"Way out.. in the water, see it swimming!" He jumps up as he steps away from the microphone, his tousled curls flying in the air wildly.