𝐩𝐚𝐥𝗺𝐬 • fillie

c o n f r u n t a t i o n

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Palms || Fillie
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So there the two of us sat in comfortable silence; staring hazily at the oncoming cars.

Me and Finn.
Finn and me.

And I know for a fact this'll be how the rest of our lives will be spent; me, him and Wyatt- just the three of us.

Finn, I've recently taken to account, he likes to look at palms as much as me. Not that I have an issue with it, maybe he could be like me; somebody with the once-every-lunar-eclipse type gifts.

Although the hope of that happening is highly low, his reoccurring squint-filled glances to our illuminating, identically lilac palms has me believing otherwise.

Maybe he has it too.
How could he possibly have it too?

I've learned from previous mistakes, trusting others with just the knowledge of the gift will always lead to some form of chaos. However, no matter how great the burden of merely knowing about it;
I could trust him.
I knew that.

And that very same blinding lilac reminds me each time, whether he has it or not, I could trust him. We're bound together and there's no possibility of the fated connection to be broken. Sharing this couldn't possibly be as bad as it sounds, could it?

A sigh escaped my plum lips as I glanced hesitantly at my palms. I leant my head further against his shoulder, hoping that it'll somehow make the whole situation just disintegrate. This sudden movement caused him to shift, allowing his head to rest against mine in a comforting way.

I'm telling him.  

"Hey, Millster," a pair of soft hands stunned my upper back by surprise. I was instantly brought out of the thorough trance I was in. I took a deep breath before addressing the sudden shock which was transmitted all over my body.

"Yes Noah?" I sigh, playfully rolling my eyes as I lift my head up from its previous, restful position to face him.
"I'm allowed!" He cheered.
"Yayyy!" I mimicked.

I took an apologetic glance at Finn before standing up completely, dusting off the fine pieces of stone that covered parts of my leggings.

"So I'll see you later?" I smile, wholeheartedly, towards Finn before picking up my backpack that lay restfully on the concrete.
"Yeah, I'll see ya." He confirmed, taking a final thought-filled look at his palms before continuing to look at the view that lay before him: a car park, several homes, a variety of trees and the bustling cars.

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To be completely honest, the morning consisted of shit-filled lessons and no sightings of either Wyatt or Finn. On the other hand, me and Noah met up with Sadie before first period began and frequently meet up before any classes of which we didn't share together. 

Touring Noah in between classes was eventful due to the recurring stops we had to make after a fan of his wished for an autograph, meaning we'd have to stop each time so each individual could receive a picture each and some form of his signature, whether it be on their phone case or their forehead.

Noah is an amazing celebrity, treats all his fans so kindly- always remembering to appreciate each and every single one of them and is he's also extremely humble. Also, his hate inbox remains massively low; only gaining the occasional 'Noah sucks dick' or 'Go fucking kill yourself, dipshit'- nothing he is unable to handle.