infatuated | fillie

fifthteen

and ill use you as a focal point
so I don't lose sight
of what I want
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Finn dreaded this part. He dreaded seeing her eyes do that slanting, death glare look that sometimes had him questioning his life. He was gonna do it earlier, but he decided that he'll get ready first, but in reality he was just putting the task off.

The task of waking her up.

"Mills." He whispered, slightly nudging her arm. He pushed his arm out of the way for her arm to flop back into the bed with such force that his Adam's apple bobbed up and down out of fear of retaliation.

"Hmph." She groaned into the pillow, her eyes hurt and she couldn't bear to open them. It was like this every morning, she dreaded waking up. "I'm up."

Finn nodded, walking downstairs to grab his charger to take to school and once he ran back up he expected her to be up and starting to get ready.

But, she was still rolled up in the covers like a small cocoon.

"Millie, you need to ge-"

"I'm awake." She interrupted. "Can I wear one of your jumpers today?"

Finn smiled a little, sitting on the side of his bed and running his slender fingers down her bare back.

"Of course."

Her hairs stood up at the back of her neck as the feeling of his fingertips on her skin was ecstatic and she was suddenly more awake than ever before. She sucked in a harsh breath before he went just below her lower back, a small smirk tugging on his lips.

He loved having his affect on her.

She turned on her back looking up at him and suddenly he leant closer, now hovering over her with one of his hands lifting his weight and the other rested lazily on her hip.

"Could you uh - get it for me?" She asked, mentally slapping herself as she trembled on her own words.

Her whole body felt like a heated mess as she bit on her bottom lip trying to resist the urge to kiss him. God, she wanted to kiss him. He was so close to her face that she could practically feel his heart beat.

"What if I don't want to?" He whispered, his lips were now inches away from hers as his eyes darted back and forth from them to her eyes. She gulped, shifting under his stare but not breaking any form of contact between the two.

"Then I'll just have to stay here forever." She whispered back, suddenly getting a boost of confidence and throwing back a smirk herself.

She hasn't felt his lips on hers since they broke up and she wanted that back so badly.

"Now that's just too tempting." Finn replied, leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on the sharp end of her jaw. She swore her heart dropped as she became bubbly and excited. "Come on."

He suddenly pulled his body from hers, throwing her a black hoodie before exiting his room with a loud laugh. She frowned at the loss of his body heat.

"Asshole!" She called out, huffing while she escaped the warm little wrap she was in.

They both drove to school in complete, comfortable silence. Millie enjoyed the crisp wind blowing on her face and Finn enjoyed watching her smile when it did so.

Everything was good at the minute, it was like she was at the peak of her high school life. She couldn't think of anything she needs to complain about.

Well one thing.

It was eating her alive at the fact that she still had no idea what her and Finn were. If someone asked, were they still friends? Friends that sleepover and cuddle in bed? Friends that love each other in the most innocent yet vulnerable way?

He makes her feel motivated, passionate, grateful and scared.

Obviously, the same applied for him. She was his sun behind the stormy clouds. She was his little lamp in the dim, dark light. He was open minded when he was with her, genuinely happy. If anything consistently happens to him, she's the first one that he thinks to tell. He could just look at her while they're watching a movie or when she's sleeping and her chest is rising and falling at a steady pace he could look at her and feel like home.

The best way Finn could describe it is when you're sat on the couch in the morning. There's a fire lit, hearing it sizzle and crack while having a nice warm cup in your hands while the warm air blew just about right. He felt warm and fuzzy even if she looked in his direction or if he saw her in the halls, even though they've known each other for years.

He wanted to be with her, officially...for good.

All the worries about what they're doing now completely flew from his mind as they pulled up towards the school parking lot. The engine died at the same time Millie looked over to him, smiling into her shoulder as her lashes fluttered, intrigued of what he was going to say next. She always was.

"I think we should go on a date."

Millie smile didn't deteriorate, her stomach knotted with a strange, nervous flutter as she nodded her head slowly.

"Yeah, yeah I think so to."

"You do?" He asked, his heart was racing as he turned in his seat to face her. Her cheeks were flushed a light red as her hair was tied up in the messiest bun he's ever seen.

"I really do." She replied, grabbing his hand and placing a gentle kiss on his bony knuckles. His hairs on his arms stood at the small gesture. "I really wanna start fresh. But, you know I don't like all the cheesy stuff so even if it's just snuggling on the couch and watching a movie, I'd be over the moon."

"Are you sure you don't wanna go out for dinner?" Finn asked, smiling at the whole Millie-ness of it all.

"Nah, I like it if we go with Sadie and Caleb or what not but - I don't know, I don't mind what we do as long as I'm with you."

Finn wasn't surprised, honestly. He was already brainstorming things Millie would love.

"Movie? Go back to my place? Order in?"

"That sounds perfect." Millie said, her eyes sparkled as she looked back at his gleaming ones.

"Well, we could do this Thursday? It's date night so my parents won't be home." Finn's cheeks flushed a bright red as he then looked down at their intertwined hands.

"Even more perfect." She replied, unlocking her hands from his grasp. "Come on, were gonna be late."