Peculiar Children Oneshots

Millwyn - Wanna Play a Game?

Millard P.O.V.

      "Millard, you look exceptional," Horace told me and patted me on my shoulder. I sighed and sat back down on his neat bed.

      "I'm not ready for this," I said and groaned. Horace chuckled and patted me on the shoulder.

      "Yes you are, I bet the feeling is mutual," he comforted me and then walked over to the mirror. No, Bronwyn is never nervous, she always knows what to do and say. I took a deep breath and stood up. I've got this, I can do this, oh no I can't, I don't have this. I jumped up and down to settle my nerves, and Horace laughed at me in the mirror.

      "Go out there, mate. You've got this," he said and pushed me out the door. I quickly walked over to her room and hesitated before I knocked on her door.

      "Just a minute," she called. I wiped my palms on my trousers. I heard something drop on the floor and a swear from Bronwyn, which made me laugh. She was clumsy, yet adorable. She opened the door not a second later, looking gorgeous as always. She wore her bright blue overalls and a pretty, yellow shirt with it. I always thought overalls looked great on her. I tipped my hat and smiled, even though she probably couldn't tell.

      "Good day, m'lady," I said in a gentlemanly voice. She laughed and held out her arm for me to hook mine with hers, and we set off down the stairs. Right as we were walking out of the front door, Claire skipped up to us with her usual bubbly attitude.

"Are you going for a walk?" She asked politely. Bronwyn smiled and nodded. "Can I come, too?"

"I'm sorry, sweets, how about tomorrow?" Bronwyn replied and patted her shoulder. Claire pouted but nodded and they made a pinkie swear before she ran off to go find Olive.

"How are you so good with them?" I asked her and she just shrugged. It was nice that she cared so much for them, and they loved her as if she were their mother. We walked down the hill in silence, just enjoying each other's presence. I loved hanging out with her, especially because she always understood everything that I said. I wanted so badly to hold her hand, so I took it in mine and swung it back and forth like any playful child would do. She giggled and made my heart flutter. Bronwyn has the cutest laugh, and she always complains that it sounds like a pig, but every time she does, I can't help but laugh as well.

"Want to play two lies and a truth?" She asked me. I shrugged and said, "Why not?" She thought for a moment before giving me three facts. "Alright. One; I have never had a pear. Two; I used to have a pet cat. Three; I actually hated Miss Peregrine when I first came here. Which one is true?" I thought for a moment as we passed the bog and headed towards the beach. Miss Peregrine always has fruit for every meal, so the first one is probably a lie, and Bronwyn had a rough childhood so I would suspect that she was thankful for Miss P to take her and Victor in.

"Is it two?" She smiled at me and shook her head.

"Nope, we thought Miss Peregrine was scary and mean at first, but when she finally showed us around the loop, we warmed up to her," she exclaimed as we walked along the shoreline. The sun was shining brightly above the calm waves, as if it was protecting the waters. "I guess its your turn now," she said. I squinted my eyes and stared at the sand being crushed beneath our shoes, searching for something she would never figure out.

"Hmmm....oh, I got it! Cider is my favorite drink, my favorite colour is yellow, and I have read The Tales of the Peculiar exactly seven times," I said and turned to smirk at her. Bronwyn laughed and thought with her hands in her pockets.

"Your favourite...wait no...have you really read it seven times?" She asked me.

"No, only six. Your turn," I told her with a smile. She looked up at the sky, pondering something in her head. This round took her extra long.

"I got it. I don't like reading, my favorite color is light blue, and....I like someone." She stared at the ground with pink cheeks. If she liked someone, who could it be? Everyone knew that Hugh and Fiona were madly in love, and Horace and Enoch obviously had the hots for each other, so that just left me. Unless she liked Emma, but she would have told me that she liked girls already, and since she hadn't, it must've been me. My heart was racing and I couldn't help but smile. She obviously liked someone, or she wouldn't have been all bashful. Of course, I didn't want to ruin the moment, though.

"Your favorite color is light blue?" I asked even though I knew it was a navy blue. She just shook her head and kept on kicking the rocks as we passed them slowly. "You have to like reading, everyone does," I laughed. She nodded and looked up at me with a smile. "Who do you like?" I asked her as I wiggled my eyebrows.

"Stop, you're making me laugh!" She said brightly. "But I think you know perfectly well who." We stopped and she stood there staring at the waves crashing against the rocks. I still wanted to hear her say it.

"Tell me, Wyn." She looked to me and laughed.

"Millard Nullings, you are a moron," and she kissed me. Shocks flew through my whole body and left me feeling empty when she quickly pulled away. I stared at her in awe until she looked at the ground and waited for me to say something. But I didn't want to, I didn't have to. All I needed to do was to kiss her once more, showing her that I have always felt the same. That I have always melted whenever she smiled or laughed that hideous yet gorgeous laugh, and admired her caring heart towards every one, and how she didn't believe that she was beautiful. She smiled into the kiss and rested her head on my shoulder when we pulled apart.

"Bronwyn Bruntley, you are absolutely amazing."