Heroine [Sillie]

+The Sweet Sixteen|Part 1+

one month later

+Millie+

My sixteenth birthday. I used to think that turning sixteen was so important. I still think it is, there was a whole reality show on MTV about girls turning sixteen and they got to throw big parties and have expensive gifts and just feel like princesses. I used to imagine my sweet sixteen being held in some fancy ballroom and everyone dressed so elegant. My guests would wear masks, I wanted a masquerade ball, and as would I along with my big sparkly pink dress and my dazzling diamond tiara. I would dance the night away with my prince charming and then we kiss and maybe get married later. Oh how young and naive I was at only six years old.

"Happy birthday, Millie-moo! My sweet little sixteen." My mom says as I was sitting down at the kitchen table with a little buffet of breakfast in front of me. I picked a chunk of honeydew from the fruit bowl on the table as I look around the kitchen and see the paper streamers strung all across the kitchen and living room ceiling. My mom hung up a 'Sweet Sixteen' banner over the table. "Why'd you decorate? It's not like we're having a party or people over." I say negativity because I know it's the truth. I don't know anybody to have over and celebrate my birthday with me. Not even Finn is here. He'd rather go to school today than celebrate my birthday with me and my mom is going to leave for work any minute now.

Mom rolls her eyes. "We are gonna have a party. A party doesn't mean having a billion people together, a party is just a celebration of something and it doesn't matter how big or small it is." She says before zipping up her lunchbox. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. I know my mom only says this stuff to make me feel better, but it doesn't. A party is when multiple people come together and have fun. Yes it doesn't matter how big or small it is, but this party is pathetic if I'm the only guest. Of course I'm not gonna say that out loud to my mother because she worked really hard to make this day special for me and I should show my appreciation. That's why I dressed up today.

"Now I have money to give you, but I did get you one gift because I thought you would like it." My mom told me as she reaches in the cupboard to pull out a small box decorated in wrapping paper and a pink envelope. She rushes towards me in excitement and hands me the gifts. I open the envelope first and it was a cheesy birthday card with a two hundred dollar gift card taped to it. I smile a little before grabbing the box cautiously and tearing into the purple wrapping paper and taking the lid off of the box. A glittery pink eye mask with diamonds outlining the eyes and a small silver tiara sat on top of the tissue paper.

The gift was just a reminder of how stupid I was for thinking that my sixteenth birthday was going to be as special as I thought it would ten years ago. I just held back the tears and smiled. "Wow mom. Oh my gosh." I said in surprise before picking up the tiara and placing it on top of my head. My mom smiles and gushes over how beautiful I look. "I had the mask custom made by one of my coworkers who designs wedding accessories and the tiara was a model she had lying around for twenty years, so it's technically vintage."

Mom was proud of her gift, so I was happy. "Thank you so much." I say before standing up to give her a hug. She checked her watch and saw that she had to leave now. She gave me one last happy birthday, a kiss on the cheek and then she was out the door. I was alone with nothing to do. I didn't want to do my school work today because it's my birthday and I take "special occasions" off. I carried my gifts upstairs to my room to put them away. I put the gift card in my wallet to spend later, but I took the mask out of the box and stood in front of my mirror to tie it around my head. It was a very beautiful mask if I'm being honest, it just makes me sad that my dreams of having the ball I wanted didn't come true. I still look beautiful nonetheless, even if I'm wearing a white nineteen sixties swing dress and not the gigantic pink sparkly one I wished for.

I heard the door bell ring and was confused. Mom left just a while ago and Finn wouldn't be home until the afternoon. Who is at the door? I hurried down the stairs to look through the peep hole on the door. A red haired girl stood on the other side, holding a lime green gift bag and bouncing her leg. It's Sadie. I haven't seen or heard from her since that day we made out. I've done some thinking about my sexuality since that day. I think the reason why I was so attached to her was because she's the only person who's ever shown an interest in me and she likes hanging out with me. That's why I kissed her so much. I'm actually straight.

I open the door for her and she smiles at me while looking me up and down. "Happy birthday. I love the look, by the way." She compliments my party attire. I don't smile at her, but I step aside and let her in. She came in and sat the bag on the coffee table as I shut the door. "So what's the plan for the day? Are you having a party?" She asked me, putting her hands in her pockets with a grin. "If having a party means being home alone and inviting nobody over, then yes." I cross my arms over my chest as Sadie's smile faded. She then gestures to the bag on the table. "Well I got you something that might make this day better."

I look at the bag and consider opening it. I decided not to as I don't think my happiness can be bought in this situation. I shook my head. I'm still upset with Sadie. The older girl pursed her lips as she shrugged. "Well then I don't know what else to say. I want you to at least smile-" "Why do you lead me on and then ignore me for weeks?" I finally snapped. She just pretends like January didn't happen. I just want her to be honest with me. Sadie shook her head like she was at a loss for words. "I didn't-... I-" "We kissed, multiple times, and then last time...something more than that happened and you avoided me." "Because it's wrong, Millie."

I couldn't understand what she was talking about. Sadie went on. "We're just friends, okay? Nothing like that is supposed to happen between us. And you're my best friend's little sister." I uncross my arms and take a step closer to her in anger. "I don't care. Does it look like I give a shit? I don't wanna be-..." I stopped myself from talking and blushed furiously. Sadie's lips parted and she looked slightly panicked. "What? You don't wanna be what?" She questioned. I just couldn't say it. I didn't want to say it or admit the overwhelming feelings I have right now. So I just act.

I lean in and kiss her, but she pushed me away. "Mills! The fuck!" She screamed. I stood there, worried that she would leave me forever now and never speak to me. But the opposite happened. She grabbed my face and kissed me so deeply.

TO BE CONTINUED

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This chapter was getting a little too long, so I'll leave y'all here. The next chapter though 👀

How do you think Millie and Sadie really feel about each other?💊