𝐩𝐚𝐥𝗺𝐬 • fillie

h a w k i n s _ h i g h

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Palms || Fillie
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We talked right up until sunrise when I realised that the second day of school was upon me. As the sun seeped through my curtains, I began my morning routine, while Noah had already gotten dressed and groomed.

Noah was obviously the one to remind me, no matter how deep into conversations we were, he was always the responsible one- even when that meant telling your mum when you fell and scraped your knee in Year 1.

The schooling system had changed entirely from when we lived in England. And that's not the only thing that changed; his accent has too.
Noah speaks in fluent American, while my British one flourishes with each word. I didn't understand how he was able to pick up an accent so quickly; I guess it's and actor thing.
I've lived here for 5 more years than him but no American accent could possibly affect mine.

After getting ready, Noah offered to walk with me. As much as I'd say it'd be unnecessary and I was capable of just walking with Jack, he wouldn't have it. I couldn't even interfere, Jack was still half naked when I wanted to leave. I also knew he'd never take no for an answer and the thought of Noah becoming lost only sparked up many dilemmas.

Having a famous actor wander around the tranquil streets of Hawkins, to me, wouldn't be ideal. I know around half the school gawks over him and his pure talent- I couldn't possibly have him endure all that pain.

But I took Noah with me anyway, in with the hope he could meet a certain someone. Remembering to adorn my well-worn shades, the two of us made it out the house with a simple goodbye to all family members which were currently present- including the half naked Jack.

"Why do you always wear those sunglasses?" He asked me, gesturing to the pair of dark-tinted, metal-rimmed object that lay upon the bridge of my buttoned nose.
"Why not?" I replied simply, pushing the glasses further up.
"Honestly." He demanded, softly yet sternly.

My eyes squinted as a group of passerby's waved from across the road to a friend of theirs, leaving my eyes stunned. I shook the blur away and thought of a decent excuse.

"My dad... he- um- this was his last gift before the divorce- now I never see him. This is all I have to remember him by. The only contact we have now is the yearly birthday card with the recurring $100 bill folded inside." I partially lie, causing his face to drop to a sympathetic one.

An actor believed my act!

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." He apologised, solemnly.
"No, it's fine. I just made this whole conversation really depressing when we should be really happy that your here!" I attempted to change the topic.
He smiled weakly and we continued our lengthening walk to school.

As we neared the entrance, I pinpointed the exact location of Noah's soulmate- Romeo. I knew for a fact that he and his friends would often wait around the quad for the remainder of his friends, or the people he associates with to be popular- that includes Jack.

This meant that we had to advance all the way there so he'd come in contact with him. And I knew for a fact that he'd never agree to walking all that way if he'd have to leave anyway, so I have to make him stay- for just the day at least.

I could make it like a school publicity thing-

Hawking's High
Accommodating to the Noah Schnapp

During the actors detour, he attends a weeks session of public school.

Just imagine what'd happen to our school if something like that'd to happen.

"Hey, Noah?"
"Yeah, Millster, what is it?" He glanced at me, now we'd reached the gates.
"Are you gonna go back?" I asked hoping he'd stay, looking up to face him.
"I'm not sure, I might ask Sarah if I could try a day of public," he stated, hopefully.
"Sarah being..." I gestured for him to complete my statement.
"My manager." He confirmed.
"Oh, okay." I gripped onto my backpack straps as a pair of students passed us, hand in hand; their palms radiating an appealing beige.

He dialled a few numbers on his phone before it rung and was instantly picked up. I decided to give his conversation some privacy and made my way down the sidewalk. However, I'd no idea of how many girls were awkwardly standing a few feet away from him, staring adoringly.

Making another time check;
6:40
We still have 50 minutes before class starts.

I allow my bag to drop in its weight as I take a seat beside it, allowing my feet to stretch and reach the road, my spine most relaxed in its slouched position. I instantly grab out my fragile book, adjusting my glasses to accommodate to the sprawled black ink that was spread over my former page.

Just as I was beginning to fully emerge into the literature, a coincidental tap was placed upon my shoulder with a familiar lilac flash, the hand belonging to a curly haired guy.

"Hey, Finn," I flash a smile, marking my page before putting it down completely, "How can I help you?"
"Well, it's not really help I'm looking for," a pink tint rose against his cheeks.
"Then what is it your looking for?" I genuinely inquire.
"Just you," He goofily grins, a similar pink rises upon my cheeks.
"Cliche much," I playfully roll my eyes.
"Very." He confirms, taking a seat on the pavement beside me.

I took a long glance at his lilac palms, pushing my sunglasses further up my nose as the illumination of his palms grew more vibrant- just like mine. This only caused my eyes to squint, even with the glasses as a barrier, the colour was the polar opposite to invisible.

I'm certain he caught my strong eyeing towards his hands of all places. He took a long glance at the both of ours, studying them both so carefully with each detail.

The comfortable silence soon engulfed us and all I yearned to do was to break it, even though there was no problem with our current position; sitting down on the sidewalk close to each other staring at our identically illuminating palms that are both spread upon our laps.

"So..." I straighten my posture to take a longing glance into his eyes.
"Yeah?" He returned the gaze.
"I like this." I smile before leaning my head against his broad shoulder.
"Me too," he leant against the top of my head, smiling against it. 

"Me too," I murmured against his shoulder.

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Hope you liked this filler.
The next one will hopefully be more dramatic!
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