Another one haha, enjoy!
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MILLIES P.O.V
Orange.
The color of the large oversized sweater he hands to me. The material drops into my hands, and I instantly allow the feeling to be traced into my mind. The sweater has the trace of him all over it, from the warmth he radiates daily, to the smell of him.
It's all so intoxicating, and I find myself addicted to it. I slip the sweater over myself, and instantly hug the material closer to myself. The way it feels against my skin, the way I inhale the smell of Finn.
It's just so right.
"You look cute in it babe." He smiles at me, radiating an emotion I can't pinpoint. I feel my heart melt at the sight of his goofy grin, something that most people would expect me to be used to after 4 years of dating, but I'm still not.
I only smile at him, scared that if I try to speak, I'd embarrass myself gravely.
"You ready to go?" He asks, picking up the car keys from the bedside table, tucking it into his light brown jean jacket. I nod, climbing off of the bed and onto the floor.
I feel like I look a mess, but the way Finn looks at me makes me feel like an angel. Still, after 4 amazing years, I can't figure out what's so special about me to him.
He grabs my hand carefully, and intertwines our fingers, pulling me out of our bedroom. He leads me down the stairs, and out of our small orange apartment.
He opens the passenger door for me, and jokingly bows as I enter. I let out a small laugh, my voice slightly raspy from tiredness. He walks back to the drivers side, and sits down, starting the engine.
The ride is quiet, the only noises being the soft jazz music playing form the radio, and Finn singing the lyrics underneath his breath. I hum along to the tune, causing him to smile, his eyes still fixed on the road.
We didn't have a destination, we normally didn't. We only wanted a journey, together. I tap my finger against the rim of the car window, my eyes scanning the roads ahead.
The city grows closer and closer to a stop, as we travel towards the country side of Georgia. I softly smile as the orange sky glimmers down on the scenery in front of us.
It was early in the morning, 5:34 am to be exact, and while most people were still sleeping, or getting ready for a long day at work, I was with the love of my life.
"Mills?" Finn asks, and I turn to him, seeing him already looking at me. "Yeah?" I ask, and he glanced back at the road briefly.
"While this is beautiful, it can't compare to you." He winks, turning back to the road, leaving me a furiously blushing mess.
The way he made butterflies grow in my stomach, the way he made me blush just thinking about him, the way he smiled at me, the way he pretended to be mad when I stole his clothes, and the way he would wake me up with a homemade breakfast was what made my days better.
People dream to have relationships like this, so in love. But most people have it remain a dream. But for me, I get to live it.
We're soulmates, and I couldn't be more happy that Finn is my soulmate.
The way he always wore oversized clothing, the way jazz was his heart's anthem, the way he took me to places with an odd sense of beauty, was all the small reasons that made up why I love him.
To others, he may seem like a freak. But to me, he makes perfect sense. He fits me like a puzzle piece, each part of us fitting perfectly together, contributing to the big puzzle of love.
I find my eyes shift away from the view, and land on the side of his face. His eyes are rested upon the road, as his eyebrows rest in a half raises position. His left hand is tightly gripping the steering where of the light orange vintage car, and his right hand is rested upon my thigh.
A single curl falls upon his forehead, and blows gently in the wind. He licks his lips, his eyes trained upon the road, giving him the classic "sexy without trying" look he usually had.
I feel a small smile rise to my lips, and I turn my eyes back to the orange and almost aesthetic view we travel through.
The orange sweater blows ever so slightly with the wind that blows us from the open roof of the car. The trees reflect in the bright sunrise, shadows rested upon the grassy grounds. The sun peeks from behind some of the trees, shining on the old road we drive on.
"Babe, it's beautiful." I say quietly, but I can tell he hears me. He smiles, rubbing my thigh slowly, not in a seductive way, but in a calming way.
"I'm glad you like it. Your happiness is my number one priority." The words just seem to roll of his tongue, making my butterflies rise once more.
"You're such a dork." I laugh, pulling the lever of the car seat down, and leaning down to rest upon it. I close my eyes, feeling the sunlight beam against my face. The warmth heats my face up lightly, causing a smile to grow on my lips.
Ever since a young child, I had always enjoyed playing out in the sun, the warmth beaming upon my face, as the light brightens up my life. Even today, at the age of 19, I still enjoy the happiness that comes to me being outside.
And Finn knows that. I told him when we were 15, and from then on, he made it his mission to take me outside as much as possible.
I feel the car pull over and stop, and I lift my head up slightly in a questioning way. Finn just smiles at me, and levels his car seat with mine. He lays down next to me, and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
"How about we just lay here for a bit, and watch the sky?" He asks, a dorky grin on his face.
"Of course." I giggle, and turn my head upwards, watching the dark orange sky. But I feel Finn's eyes still on me.
I turn my head hack to him, raising an eyebrow in a questioning way. "What?" I ask, but he only shakes his head.
"Did you know I can fit the world in my hands?" He blurts, and I laugh. "Yeah right." I roll my eyes, but he doesn't crack a smile.
"I'm serious." He states defensively.
"Prove it." I state, staring at him suspiciously. What was he thinking, "I can fit the world in my hands"? It's impossible to fit the entire world in your hands.
Impossible.
He cups my face, and places a kiss on my nose. "There. The world is in my hands." He smiles, and my heart melts.
"Shut up." I mumble, but the grin on my face contradicts my words.
I turn back to the orange sky, my thoughts drifting away but remaining on one.
I am so damn lucky.
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This one was kind of repetitive with the color orange, because I couldn't think of many things that could fit in this story that are orange. But next is yellow 💛
Word count: 1229
