♡Fillie♡ [discontinued]

♡four♡

I took a long sip from my tea, carefully holding the Season Three script away from my tea. It was an exciting plot so far, and I couldn’t wait to test my acting abilities this season.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door super loud, making me jump. I spilt tea all over my white jeans.

“Goddamn,” I hissed, grabbing a paper towel, sponging the fabric. I sighed after pressing it for five billion years, knowing it was pointless.

I stood up abruptly and took long strides to the door, huffing. I bet whoever was at the door would see steam puffing out of my ears.

I grabbed the handle and twisted, swinging the door open. I eyed the visitor angrily.

What kind of nerve did he-

“Millie?” Finn said, wide eyed.

I know I probably looked horrible. I rubbed my eyes. Yep, still puffy from where I spilt tea in them and cried because it burned.

I narrowed my eyes. Why was he here? He was the one who told me he had to stay away. He was the one who said we couldn’t be friends. He was the one who came to my house and told me to not talk to him.

“I-” he started, but I slammed the door.

He was the one who ruined my pants.

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“Life is so hard,” I whispered to my other best friend, Carter. He was sweet, actually. I had had a crush on him back in fourth grade. His brown hair was nice and fluffy and he had beautiful blue eyes. Most importantly, he was sensitive and listened carefully to every word of my vents.

So he let me finish like the knowing friend he was.

I stood up from my bed, picking up a shiny necklace on my dresser, examining it and I ranted away. “I mean, why do I get the long end of the stick?” I set the necklace down, cringing. “Wait, scratch that. That sounds wrong.”

I heard him chuckle softly from the other end.

I sighed and laid back down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. “What kind of nerve does he have, telling us we can’t be friends and then arriving a few days later? Who does that?”

“Apparently him,” Carter murmured.

“Yup,” I agreed, rolling over onto my stomach. “Also, those were my favorite jeans.”

“Were they designer?”

I burst out laughing. Designer? I wasn’t a priss. “I don’t own anything designer- unless you count my Vans and my Converse. They were from Target.”

“Sorry?”

“They were from Target,” I repeated, laughing.

“Wow, Millie, you’re getting fancier. First the dumpster, than Good Will, now Target? Oof.”

“Oh, shut up. They’re comfortable and affordable.”

“That should be your catch phrase,” he teased.

I laughed, smiling wider. “See, this is why I bother you. You always make me feel better,” I told Carter truthfully. He honestly was a good friend, and we’d been this way since the second grade.

“Thanks,” he whispered. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

“Wow,” I answered, rolling my eyes. “You’re such a-”

A little chime rang through the house. I lifted my head, stretching out my arms and standing up. “I’ma end the call, someone’s at the door. Byyyye.”

“Bye, Mills.”

I pressed the hang up button and walked the short distance downstairs, yawning. I had taken a nap after Finn’s most recent visit for about four hours, it was now the afternoon.

I ran a comb through my hair before looking through the peephole. No one was there. I scowled. Seriously? Ding dong ditch?

Today was not my day.

I pulled open the door, glancing around, before looking down. There, in front of me, was the most sweetest thing I had ever seen.