Cigarette Smoke // FILLIE

Curly

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Millie's lips part slightly as she faces her mother once again, "Actually, Mum, I was hoping Fi-"

"You've had enough lip-locking for one night for Finn to stay over, Millie. Besides, he needs his rest now more than ever. Lord help him." Mrs. Brown insists, muttering the last part as Millie reluctantly scurries to the porch, looking back at me with somber eyes as if she had let me down.

"Mother knows best, right, Brit?" I remark through a snicker, finding a humor in the awkward yet comfortable situation.

Her smile starts at the tug of her lips, the lips I was blessed enough to kiss only moments ago. The memory so fresh that if I were even wet my lips I would taste her own.

Honey, the taste of honey.

I can't help but smile at the thought as I watch her mother enter their close-knit home, only the two girls living in the home built for a family.

With the lack of one smoke-addicted member.

"Goodnight, Curly." The british beaut calls out, a smirk finding a way to her plump lips as she sends me a small smile.

"Brit." I dismiss, treating the nickname as a form of goodbye.

Within seconds the smiling girl is inside and the main floor lights are flicked off, only moments later the upstairs lighting turns on in its replacement; specifically the brown-eyed girl's bedroom.

I quickly brush away the tempting idea of sneaking into her room through her window. As easy as it would be, and pleasing to Millie- her mother is right, I need my rest.. desperately.

So with a few more drags of the nicotine filled stick, I toss the cancerous addiction onto the pavement and crush the ash away with the sole of my boot.

Running a hand through my locks, I can't help but gaze up at the top right window where a yellowish light peers through the edges of the window, blocked out by a thick curtain.

Curly. It's better than being called 'Wolfie', that's for sure.

I hum at the thought of being addressed as 'Curly' from time to time, finding no real reason that I dislike the gesture to one of my obvious features.

"Curly." I whisper softly, testing the nickname out on my tongue as I snicker quietly, pushing myself off of the low rider as I lower myself into the driver's seat.

The nickname stuck out in my mind just like the first week of Millie's questions hijacking my headspace.

It was annoying and innocent, but after a while, I found myself letting it grow on me the longer I let it stick around.

Curly.

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m i l l i e

       "So, I see you and Finn have been getting up close and personal- how long have you guys been like this?" My mum queries while walking into my bedroom, only minutes after I said my goodbye to Finn- or rather, 'Curly'.