♡ chapter 8 ♡

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millie's pov

i woke up to my head pounding and having the biggest headache i have ever had in my life.

i couldn't remember anything from last night which makes me wonder how i got here to my house and with a sweatshirt on me. to add onto that, this sweatshirt wasn't mine!

it looks familiar though.

shit

this is finn's! that means he brought me home, fuck i'll just have to give it back to him on monday.

i hear my phone buzz and i picked it up to see a message from finn.

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dickhead

hey you up?

yes why?

nothing, i was just thinking
we could do something off
that list of yours

yeah ok whatever

i'll pick you up in 10?

NO! don't come by. just
meet me in the park in 10

oh ok

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i got up from the bed to get ready quickly and changed into a hoodie before walking to the park.

once i got there i see finn sitting by an old tree and i bunched up his sweater and threw it at him to get his attention.

once the sweatshirt hit him he flinched and started punching the air making me burst out laughing.

he slowly turned around, giving me a death glare as i continue to laugh.

"your reaction was priceless" i bent over to support myself since i was laughing too hard

he didn't respond but just continued to glare at me.

"come on you have to admit that it was funny" i walk over to him

i sat down next to him and took out a bottle of water and a pill. i swallowed it down in one sip as he stares at me with wide eyes.

"what are we doing today?" i ask as i put my water away

"um, i'm not sure what do you want to do?" he asks

"i would need breakfast since i didn't eat anything and then we could think" i stood up and motioned for him to follow me

he obeys and we ended up in a small diner. we walked in, sitting at a booth as we look through the menus.

we quickly order and a few minutes later our food arrives as we both sat in comfortable silence until i decided to speak up.

"can i ask you something?" i put down my fork

"yeah sure" he says

"what happened last night? how did i end up home? and why was i wearing your sweatshirt?" i ask

"i- um- you- well-"

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