apathy | fillie.

⁴⁾ after laughter comes tears

[TW : LANGUAGE.]

❝ i'll try to hide my sorrows, I wonder can I hold them 'till tomorrow ! ❞

━ CHAPTER FOUR.

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"HEY. YOU UP?"

millie's eyelids struggled to separate as she forced them open to the bright beams of light that entered her vision, the damp remnant taste of melatonin coating the back of her tongue and her throat dry from sleeping with her lips parted open.

"well now I am," she groaned as she sat up on the leather seat groggily, wiping bits of the sticky cold drool that had drizzled down the side of her mouth with the back of her hand. "what time is it?"

"I don't know," finn shrugged as he watched the girl stretch in place, rolling her neck around to draw a symphony of cracking noises to fill his ears, "didn't bring a watch. I just know it's light outside now."

"no shit," millie mumbled sarcastically to herself as she threw the blanket that had cocooned around her figure off to the side, hastily bringing her fingers up to her hairband and tightening the dirty ponytail with a sigh, "I don't know about you, but I'm fucking starving. and dirty. I need some goddamn food and then a shower."

"there probably won't be any showers around here," finn responded with a shrug, his fingers falling towards his chin as he attempted to scratch some of the remaining dry blood off of his own speckled flesh.
"not if we don't get a motel or 'somethin," the girl pointed out through a yawn, lethargically stretching her arms back behind her.

"maybe, uh, we should figure out where we're going first. just so we have like, a set plan, you know?" finn proposed, his voice set on shaky and uncertain grounds.
"can't think right now. I need food first," millie muttered as she climbed over to the passengers seat of the car, causing an instant reaction from finn as he rushed over to enter the drivers seat once more.

"know any good diners around here? I need a 'fuckin waffle."

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"I'LL HAVE a waffle and some coffee."

"just one?" the waitress asked, glaring at millie up and down with sagging eyelids.
she was an older lady, with red stains painted on dry tortoise lips and bright blue powdered hues dusted on her eyelids, that seemingly couldn't resist dropping at its outer corners, like the woman was being pulled down towards the ground itself.
"yeah, just one," millie retorted, her own eyes squinting in agitation.
"you sure? you're 'lookin like you need to eat more, girlie," the waitress huffed, lazily scrawling the order onto her notepad as a complacent expression weaved its way into her wrinkly features.

"yeah? you're 'lookin like you need to eat less, bitch."

the waitress immediately stopped scribbling, as her arms dropped in surprise, setting her notepad and pencil down onto the tabletop and putting her hands on her hips.
"okay, you're going to need to check your tone or get out of here," she spoke with a sharp tongue, eyes burning fiery holes into millie's own.
"oh really? wanna get your AARP card revoked you old fuc—"

"sorry, don't mind her. I'll have the same, please."

millie watched with widened eyes as finn's hand gripped her shoulder tightly, pushing her back down into her own chair with a force that had instantaneously sealed her lips upon the sudden intrusion.