Heroine [Sillie]

+Asking The Author+

+Millie+

I was sitting up in my room just sitting on my bed thinking about a new idea for a book. I'm not sure if I should really do it, I'm already writing three other stories at the moment. But something in my heart tells me that I need to write this story. It's important that I get this one out. The only problem is I don't have anymore notebooks, so I'll probably have to go into town later to get some more. Right now I just need to make a couple of notes on the story. I got up from my bed and sat at my desk to write down a few things, but in a code.

•gxg
•luv stry
•redhair
•brunette

Then suddenly, the door opened. I quickly hid the note under my phone and snapped my head around to see Sadie standing there with her arm across her stomach. She had locked the door and let out a sigh. "Your brother answered the door and started asking me all of these questions. Like hop off my dick, Finn." The red head pulled the notebook out from under her sweatshirt as she sat down on my bed. I turn my body in my chair to face her. "So you let me borrow this two days ago, right? I just finished it today and I love it so much. Yeah it's a little basic, but I don't know I think it's also kind of original in a way."

I smile just listening to her talk about how much she likes my story. It felt good to hear that someone likes my work. Maybe I really should be an author. "Now I just have a couple of questions." Sadie informs me. I nod. "Ask away." I say as I cross my legs. I really wish I knew she was coming over so I could dress up for her. I'm just wearing an old loose sweater that falls off of my shoulder every second and some comfy shorts. "So the gorgeous, shy, brunette female lead who later in the book transforms into this badass who listens to a lot of sad Lana Del Rey songs. Is that supposed to be you?" I blushed a little in embarrassment at the question.

"Well...yes. One of the main reasons why I write these stories is because I'm so alone and I don't really do anything fun or have any friends, so I create these fun and dramatic stories and usually I base the main character off of me. So yes, Miley Boe is me." Sadie smiles generously before asking her next question. "So I know that this story has an ending, where Miley and Felix have a date night at his house and they talk about their future and stuff, but does any of that stuff actually happen? Do they really get married and have three kids later in life?" I giggle and nod. Sadie just looked so intrigued and on the edge of her seat about this story.

The red head chuckles with me and sets the notebook down on my desk in front of me. "I'm sorry, I just really like it." She apologizes like it's a bad thing. I shake my head before getting up from the chair to go sit down beside her on my bed. "No Sadie, it's fine. I kind of like the attention I'm getting from my book. It makes me feel...like I'm doing something worth while, you know? Like something I'm doing actually matters." I confess to her. Sometimes I ask myself, what is the point of my existence? What am I doing for this earth? I just feel like I'm not doing anything in life, like I'm just some loser floating around quietly. I wonder if I'll ever even make it to my eighteenth birthday, where I'm supposed to be independent and somewhat outgoing.

"Well I love your writing. I think you should share it with the world somehow so other people can tell you that every single day, but only if you want to. Either way, just keep going. You're super talented." The older girl explains to me with a grin. I smile back at her, trying to not feel so sad and push my thoughts of being super introverted to the back of my mind. Of course I'm not alone anymore. Sadie is my friend and she genuinely does enjoy spending time with me and such. I like being around her as well. It's good to just have someone you can open up to or even just listen to. Or even to just be physically near them.

I glance down at her lips and swallow some of my saliva to cure my dry throat. "Yeah...thanks." I chuckle shyly before looking at her lips again. I think Sadie had noticed because she then licked her lips before leaning in closer to attach her's to mine. I grab the back of her neck to keep her close to me as she reached for my waist and squeezed my hip firmly. I could just feel my wetness coming on between my legs and the tension as well. So I had gathered up some courage to throw one of my legs over her waist and sit on her lap just to circle my hips and feel her body right between my thighs.

She didn't stop me. She grabbed my ass and my thighs, which caused my body to heat up and my lips to separate from hers just to breathe and moan quietly in her ear. "Oh god, I've wanted you for so long." She began to kiss my neck just then and I held onto her shoulders. But suddenly Sadie had stopped caressing me and kissing me. I had noticed almost as soon as she stopped and I lift my head up to look at her. She didn't look me in my eyes, just kept her head down. I could tell that she didn't want this though. I wondered if it's because she just doesn't like me. Why would she have kissed me three times on three separate occasions if she didn't like me? Why does she confuse the fuck out of me?

I climbed off of her lap and she stood up almost immediately before looking into my eyes. "I'm...sorry." She spoke so softly and genuinely. Oh no, maybe she really doesn't like me. Maybe it was just in a spur of the moment. God, why must she tease me like this. "I'm sorry, I gotta go. I'll see you later, Mills." The red head hurried to leave me in my room, feeling sadder and lonelier than ever before. I hadn't heard from Sadie after that day again. Not until my birthday.

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Had to hurry and wrap that shit up, unlike some of y'all's fathers.

So...on a scale from 1 to 10, 10 meaning very much, how much do you all enjoy this story? Just curious.💊