desires / fillie

heroes

DO NOT PLAY THE SONG YET, I REPEAT, DO. NOT. PLAY. THE. SONG. YET.
hey, this chapter will be kinda short, because i have an idea for the next one.
but don't worry, finn and millie still have their lil coffee thing ;)
i still really like this chapter though.

millie's pov

i ran to cvs thankfully before 5:30. but when i got home, i only had about 10 minuets to put it on. i'm not very good at makeup, so i don't wear it very often. not even before robert threw it away.

i got foundation and powder, and rubbed it around my eye. it looked so bad. i figured i had to go with it if i didn't want to tell him about that. i piled on the powder making it look decently hidden, but not invisible.

my doorbell rang and i peeked our of my bedroom window. finn was standing there with an orange beanie with his curly hair poking out on the top of his neck the bottom of his earlobe. he had a gray sweater and black pants with a faded pair of black converse.

i on the other hand, had black skinny jeans with rips in the knees, and a light gray crewneck sweatshirt that was a little big for me, but that's okay. i slipped on my black on black converse and open the door. i could tell he was thinking before i opened the door because when i saw him, he was biting his bottom lip and staring at the ground.

"you ready?" he asks.
"yes."

i hopped into the passenger seat of his black jeep, and we began to drive to the neighborhood diner. the whole way there i felt him staring, but when i looked at him he snapped his head away instantly.

it's cute.

"do you mind?" i ask, as i held up my box of cigarettes and a lighter, he shakes his head.
his car already smelled of smoke, maybe he smokes too.

"do you want one?"
"sure."

i handed him the box and the lighter.
he holds the butt in his mouth as it dangles from his soft lips.
he carefully lights the cigarette, taking a long breath in and out.

hot.

my cheeks turn a bright red at the sight. he turns to me in confusion, but then smiles.
i grab the box and lighter from his hands and i light my own.

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we sit at a booth in the back of the diner, both with coffee in hand.

"you should tell me your name." he jokingly demands.

i figured i made him wait long enough.

"millie. millie bobby brown." my accent thick with my name.

"well millie, you have a very pretty name. i like it." he smirks, putting the coffee mug to his lips, taking a sip.

those lips

"did you hear about-"

he trails off, staring at me.
"what's wrong?" i ask innocently.
"your...eye..." he says, as he makes a short circular motion around his eye.
"what do you mean?" i ask, trying to play dumb.
"did someone hurt you?" he asks angrily.
"uh, no, i fell."
"that's from a punch, millie. not a fall."
he was starting to get really angry, so i left a tip and grabbed his hand walking out of the diner to the back. where no one can see us.

"my uncle, okay?" i'm confessing, and i know i shouldn't. but i feel like i trust him, for the two days i've known him.

"what do you mean? he did this to you?"

i nod, a tear streaming down my face.
he pulls me into a tight hug and i break again.
even harder than last time.
i'm sobbing now, trying to stay quiet.
i don't like crying in front of people.
i've never met anyone who cared this much about me, besides my parents.

"let's go to my house. we can do whatever you want, my mom is on a business trip. she'll be gone all month, you can stay for as long as you need, okay?" he says.
i nod, calming myself down.

this boy.

(you can play the song now lol)

we get into his car, and one of my favorite songs comes on.
"heroes" by david bowie.

"i love this song!!"
my eyes widen and he giggles at the sight.

i roll down all of the windows, and turn up the volume.

i cross my arms on the car door and rest my head on them, letting the wind hit my face and through my hair, giving me the relaxation i starve.

if this is what happiness is, i love it.

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this was such a fun chapter to write.
get ready for the next one;))))