Thank you for loving me...
Finn - 20 years old
Millie - 19 years old
*Now this is the longest chapter I've ever written. Sorry for the wrong grammars and typos. English is not my first language.*
M E R R Y
C H R I S T M A S ! ! !
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Finn's POV
Have you ever felt so happy and contented whenever you're with a person who became your life?
Because me, I've felt that..
Not until that day comes..
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Walking in the hallway, to go to Arts when I bumped into someone, a girl to be exact because of her voice.
"Ow,"
I turned to my right, only to see a girl with a wavy short hair fell on the floor. I gaped at her.
"I'm so sorry. Here, let me help you." I gently grabbed her left hand and her waist to pulled her up. I looked at the girl who is busy dusting off her dress.
She is pretty like really pretty. The most beautiful girl I've ever saw.
I was busy on checking her out. When she snapped her hands causing me to stop staring.
"Hey!"
"What? Oh sorry I was just stari—I'm mean sorry about what happened." I rubbed the back of my neck.
"Its okay, you're forgiven." She smiled, wow she looks like a beautiful angel.
"Oh, I'm Finn, Finn Wolfhard." extending my hand to her.
"Millie, Millie Bobby Brown." She said accepting my hand and we do the handshake.
"Nice name." I compliment.
"Thanks."
"So as an apology, would you like to go eat with me at the benny's diner?" I said. She stared at me for a while, before she said yes.
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Couple of minutes passed we're here already, we sat down and started to order. After that we talked about some stuffs for a while until our orders were served.
"So Millie, where're you from?" I asked, took a one sliced of pizza.
"Well, I lived originally from england but my dad got promoted in Canada which is here. So I don't have a choice but to move here too." I nodded as she took a sip in her strawberry shake.
"Since when did you move in here?"
"Two years ago."
"Seriously? 2 years ago? Why I haven't got a chance to see you at school?" I asked.
"Well I'm homeschooled."
"Oh that sucks,"
"You bet! that's why I asked my dad to go to a real school. Meeting some new friends, learning how to be a real teenager you know."
I nodded, "Well, you got a point."
"Oh yes I am." She giggled.
After that we continue to eat and talk more...
