FW x FEMALE OC
i don't know how you do it to me
you make my brain just stop
sink my part to my feet
it's like a roller coaster
but i'm only going up
...
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Myla Grace Ven.
She liked pineapple on pizza, and horror movies that are so bad, it's comical. She enjoyed trying on clothes that she could never afford, and was a sucker for the mango and passion fruit iced cooler they sell at costa for $3.29.
There wasn't much that she didn't like. Except from Finn Wolfhard. Boy, did she hate him.
It all started in the 4th grade when he had tugged on her red locks and called her 'carrots'
She hated when people called her 'carrots'. Her hair was not ginger, she insisted on it. Her hair was a light auburn with tints of rose gold. But in no way possible, was it ginger.
With a discouraging glare, she turned to her best friends, Maddie and Millie. "I can not believe you two are dragging me into another pointless school trip. You know I can't ski. What even is the point of this." The fuming girl argued as she packed the last of her items, and zipped up her high school musical suitcase she got when she was 6.
Maddie and Millie automatically sighed, sharing a knowing look. "Don't do that. Stop talking with your eyes you psycho telepathic weirdos." She snapped.
She had met Millie in their second year of secondary. She can remember it quite clearly. Almost three years ago. She was sat in a toilet stool, a stream of tears falling from her eyes. She sniffed lowly as she sat cross-legged on the toilet seat, eating her McDonald's Big Mac that she had bought the night before.
Millie had ran into the toilets, her own tears cascading from her own eyes. She had just caught her boyfriend cheating. Millie had heard Myla's crying and was quick to comfort her, despite her own tears. It hasn't been long, but in the remaining ten minutes of their lunch break, Myla and Millie had managed to bond over the their thriving love for the popular tv show f.r.i.e.n.d.s.
She had met Maddie in reception. Maddie had been severely scared on her first day, and in reaction to that, she had peed herself. Well, at least that's what she says. Myla still reckons it was just because she wanted a change of clothes, since when you pee yourself in year R, they would give you a change of clothes. This way, Maddie could choose her own statement outfit. Myla had been assigned to make sure Maddie didn't fall down the loo, and so she stood outside the toilet as Maddie changed, asking her every thirty seconds if she was still alive. Until this day, Myla would still stand outside of the toilet when Maddie was doing her business, and would still ask he if she was alive every few seconds.
They were the three M's.
"Myla, for the fourth time-" Millie started. "This is a once in a lifetime chance that may never come you way again. Blah dee blah dee blah. I've heard it a million times."
"Myla, we're doing this for your own sake. We know you're going to get there and have a generally good time and take your stupid 'generic' photos and then ramble about how you're so glad you came. And then, me and Maddie will turn around and say we told you so." Millie said gruffly as she tugged at Myla's suitcase, and once she got it to stand steadily, she looked back up.
"Millie is right Gracie, I know we're going to have a blast." Maddie agreed.
That's what they said the last time. Myla had thought.
Millie and Maddie shared a subtle chuckle before both attempting to lunge Myla's suitcase out and down the stairs before she changed her mind completely and unpacked everything.
They threw her suitcase into her car before climbing into the passenger seats. Myla would come down soon.
It had been five minutes of awkward small talk about how 'this happens every time', and Maddie was getting doubtful Myla had even moved an inch. She couldn't stay up there forever, right? But disregarding that completely, Maddie got back out of the car and made her way back up the stairs to Myla's room in their shared house.
"Gracie, get your fat ass down those stairs this instance." Maddie yelled.
With an annoyed groan, Myla dragged herself out of the bed she was face-planted into, and shuffled down the stairs, locking the door and getting in the drivers seat. She head-butted the steering wheel. Once. Twice. A third time and- "Gracie. Just drive you suicidal hoe." And then she groaned her infamous groan and began to drive to their college.
It was a 20 minute drive until they got there, and now they were finally settled in the coach. They were sat right at the back, Myla in the middle of the two sleepy teens. They rested their heads on her lap, and drifted to sleep.
"Oi."
"Oi. Fuckfaces, we're here."
With an abundance of unsatisfactory moans, they finally woke up. The trio made their way of the coach, as they rubbed their sore eyes, due to the drastic change of lighting.
Norway. White. Everywhere they looked was white. There was no ground uncovered by the crystalline snow, and this made Myla extremely happy. Well until....
Smack. A ball of sloppy white snow hit her back, causing her to choke profusely on her own breath.
"Okay, whoever threw that snowball, your mums a hoe." Myla screamed, earning multiple chuckles from familiar classmates.
"Miss Ven. Cut down the profanity please." Mr price uttered.
"Of course Mr Price, I'm solely sorry for my overly vulgar language." She said. "Not." She muttered under her breath.
And then... Smack. Another soggy ball of the bow sorta greyish slush hit her Camo green Parker jacket. "Okay seri- oh. It's you." She said moodily.
And there he stood in all his ingloriousness. He made any girl drool, but not Myla. Oh no, her standards had been sent much to high to let a pac prep wannabe like Finn Wolfhard tug on her heart strings. "Finn. You throw one more snowball at me. And I will cut off your balls whilst you sleep, and freeze them to use as my own personalised snowballs." She threatened.
With a guilty chuckle, he held his gloved hands in the air. "Okay. I'm sorry Gee." He uttered.
She scoffed at the stupid boy. Before turning back around and engaging in a conversation about how beautiful the scenery was, with her two best friends.
