lovestruck• fillie

vodka, courtesy of the driver

"I'm such a romantic
I never remember how things really happen
I guess you're attractive
Or something
Live in the moment
That's what they tell me
But what ever happened
To when you would hold me
And hold me
And hold me
Girlfriend or girl, that's a friend?
It's easy just to pretend
That we don't have something real
It's just how we feel"

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They were in Finn's car with a very optimistic driver. He was a kind looking man, with brown curls- curlier than Finn's hair- and what looks to be still growing teeth. His happy mood did not help at all with the tense air in the backseat. Finn was looking out of the window, his sharp jawline was all Millie could see. She still felt bad about earlier, though she could barley remember what she said that would upset him so bad.

She looked out the window, to see the passing city when it occurred to her.

"Wait, where are we going?"

Nobody answered her. The driver glanced at her through the review mirror but kept silent.

"Damn it Finn. Where are we going?" Finn still didn't answer her. It was a few silent seconds before the driver glanced at the brunette through the review mirror. She felt the sympathy rolling off of him in waves.

"We will be arriving to Mr. Wolfhard's residency soon, Miss." Millie looked at Finn, struck. Wow, not even a full day of knowing each other and he already had her going to his house. Well, technically they've known each other before, in high school. But it wasn't like they were besties, just acquaintances who helped each other from time to time.

She had to admit though, she was excited to see what his house looked like. What did Finn Wolfhard live like, behind the mean expressions and harsh glares? Millie decided to try to at least make conversation with the driver if Finn was just going to ignore her the whole ride. Surely, the driver wasn't as closed off as Finn was at the moment.

She leaned forwards, towards the driver with her hands underneath her chin. She put her arms on the little wall separating the front seat and back seat. The car was sort of designed as a taxi but fancier and cleaner.

"Tell me...?" She waited, expecting for him to tell her his name. He glanced back at Finn through the mirror then back to the young woman.

"Gaten."

"Yes, Gaten. Tell me, Gaten, I know you can't be sober while driving this brat"- she gestured towards Finn while Gaten held in a laugh-"Or at least, the brat has you keep alcohol in the car. Or maybe, you drink on your time off... Whatever, since you seem like a nice man, and I know you won't ignore me like some people. Anyways, you must see my point... Where do you hide the alcohol? I think my annoyance is making me sober."

Gaten just pursed his lips, looking at Finn but stayed silent, waiting for Finn to give him permission.

"Oh come on, Gaten! Please, I'm begging you, from one good person to another, or I hope, hand me the tequila." He looked at her wearily, making a funny expression, like he wasn't sure he could laugh or not.

"No tequila? Bourbon? Scotch? Rum? Wine? Beer? Something?!" Millie threw her arms up, exasperated with the silent men. She looked back at Finn sharply, glaring at him.

"Come on, throw me a bone here. Tell him it's okay. I know you have alcohol in this car, and I want it now." Finn turned his head towards her, with a pensive expression. He didn't take his eyes off of her own eyes when she saw him nod slightly, surely giving the driver permission.