𝐩𝐚𝐥𝗺𝐬 • fillie

m a r o o n

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Palms || Fillie
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Class begun and we were engulfed in many lectures on the periodic elements and their outcomes when combined with other elements.

Did you know oxygen traveled in 2s? It's exactly like having someone with you for the whole of your life, whether you know it or not. They stick together like soulmates are destined to, however oxygen can be separated by other elements, but fated things are bound to happen- nothing can break it- and I certainly think that there'll be nothing to interfere with it.

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After school ended, I told Jack I'd see him at home and as Finn was with him, I told him I'd see him tomorrow. Unbeknownst to him, we'd be seeing a lot of each other in the near to never ending future.

After both short lived conversations, Jack headed to the football field and Finn made his way over to the music room in hopes to find Mrs. Dyer- the schools music teacher; however his directions were lacking forms of detail all Jack said was

"Far end of a hallway; there should be music notes on the door- I don't fucking know! I'm not a fucking musician."

Jack grew quite frustrated as his lack of school whereabouts was surely lacking but Finn understood well enough.

So knowing the two were perfectly fine, I began my walk home, after organising my belongings in my locker. Unfortunately I was stopped by a longhaired ginger with piercing ocean eyes, which hid behind a pair of round glasses with freckles dotted all over her face, the gleaming maroon light from her palms being blocked as she tumbled and hit the floor.

Her belongings were scattered all over the pavement, Iris Apatow, the estimated culprit, giggling with her despicable minions not far behind her. She used her palms to break her fall, Iris was now strutting away with her posey trailing behind. I hurriedly approached her, putting my sunglasses on again, knowing I'll have to see the blinding rays if I was to help her.

She began silently sobbing, causing trails of tears to slither down her face. At this, I hurriedly made my way over to her. Holding my hand out for her to grasp onto, I discreetly squinted my eyes to shield me from the maroon light I know would radiate from hers.

"Hey. Are you okay?" I softly asked.
"Y- huh- yeah, th- thu- thanks." She replied in a tone just as soft, however sounding distorted due to her attempt to steady her breathing.
I flashed her a small smile before helping her up all the way, reaching back down to help her with her scattered items.

"She can be a real bitch..." I attempted to begin a conversation.
"Yeah..." she smiled meekly back at me.
After collecting all her things, I handed the heavy load back to her.
"Thanks... um?" She began. I forgot to give her my name.
"Millie." I state, bringing my lilac hand up to shake her maroon one. This she gladly accepted and we shook firmly.
"Sadie." She smiled brightly, displaying her pristine white teeth.

I then realised that she was Sadie Sink. The ginger destined for Caleb McLaughlin; the football and basketball captain. He was a nice guy actually, quite chivalrous.

However, she was Sadie Sink, Iris' stepsister. The same Iris who just previously tripped her up. But Sadie was far from as stuck-up as her stepsister- I hope.

If she was, she certainly looked far from the part.

Dressed in maroon vans, a striped top and distressed and ripped boyfriend jeans, she was fashioning a pair of aesthetic, rose gold tinted glasses.

This severely contrasted from Iris' high-end fashion brands that consisted of only the most top spending. For example, today she was sporting a Tommy Hilfiger bomber jacket with her Calvin Klein denim skirt that rested above her knees which she paired with her red calf-high boots and a matching velvet red halter top.

"Are you sure your okay?" I asked, fully concerned as I noticed her scraped palm, which caused the light in her right hand to occasionally flicker but it still shone nevertheless.
"Yeah, I promise you I'm fine. Just a little scratch.." she chuckled, referring back to her grazed right palm, also wiping her gushing tears.
I could only give her a reassuring smile in hopes to further lift her mood from her tears state.
"You could only imagine what it's like at home living with her..." she began, chuckling, which I realised is how she copes with her sadness- laughing at herself.
"I probably couldn't even last a day, I don't know how your able to..." I chuckle along with her.

So here the two of us stood, in the middle of the sidewalk having a passionate conversation about our hatred towards Iris Apatow. However, she'd never fully commerce; almost as she fears her words will come straight back at her. I could already tell that the two of us would be really close friends.

As I've come to learn, Sadie was a reserved individual, however, she was a kindred spirit at that. Already from the multiple stories we'd talk about, she appeared as quite the pushover, but having to live in the same house as the Apatow's I'm not surprised they made her into a such a kind introvert she is today.

"Well, thanks and I'll see you around then, Mills..." she politely, yet shyly stated, including a nickname into the mix.
"Yeah, really no problem, see you around, Sades," I confirm, giving her a nickname just as original.

After giving each other warm farewells, we headed our separate ways.

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So... I really wanted to write a Sadie and Millie interaction because I realised that the two of them haven't even met yet

I hope you enjoyed...
Also please keep requesting other pairings. I'll get them in soon.
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