Black Lungs || fillie

Life In A Mask

(warning this story contains abuse, alcohol, and use of drugs. read at your own risk.)

2 waffles popped up out of the toaster. "They're finished, Mills!"

Finn handed her one, and took the other one for himself. He danced on the glass for with his socks on, making Millie giggle.

Crunch. The waffles were crunchy and it was heard. As they munched on it the TV was playing. It was the news that was on.

"Finn Wolfhard, spotted out the hospital yesterday." He heard the news lady say, he quickly turned to the TV. The video was played.

"P-please get out of my way!" Finn in the video shouted. He dropped his waffle. "Shit. Shit. Why would they post the video on media?" He pulled his hair as he widened his eyes.

"Dude you literally just dropped your waffle over something that can be fixed. Just post an apology on instagram." Millie said as she picked up his waffle.

Finn sighs, slapping his hands against his head. "Can you make me another waffle?" He asks. She nods and he watches her disappear around the corner.

"It wasn't expected that Finn Wolfhard would actually shout at fans, but he did have a reason to. The fans weren't getting out of the way. And notice how Finn has a terrible cough, is he okay? We hope to soon find out." The news reporter says.

A sigh of relief comes from Finn. Thank goodness.

He was hoping he wouldn't get a whole lot of hate, the fans were understanding. Finn has already gotten enough negative comments about him not being out much.

"Where are the waffles????" Millie shouted causing Finn to jump but also put a smile on his face. He walks into the kitchen, finding her confused.

"Millie they're right in the freezer." He opens the freezer. "Oh." She quietly says. Finn rolls his eyes playfully and grabs the waffle box.

"I have an idea, let's make a triple decker extravaganza just like we did on set." Finn smiled taking out whipped cream and all sorts of candies.

"Finn we aren't even gonna eat all that-" She got cut off quickly. "Quiet. We're gonna share this and we're gonna eat this all. And I have a challenge, who ever eats their half first, is the winner!" Finn smiled happily as he put the waffles in the toaster.

He grabs the whipped cream, spraying some into his mouth. "Finn oh my god no!" She snatches the bottle away from him. His mouth was filled with whipped cream, he had a small smudge on his face.

She giggles.

"What's so funny?" Finn questions. "Nothing." She continues to giggle. "Hey! Tell me." Finn smiles widely. "You have a smudge of whipped cream on the corner of your lip." She says as she walked up closer, getting on her tippy toes to wipe it off.

He was quite tall, she was only 5'4 while he was a whole 8 inches taller than her. He found it cute. "Thanks." He looks down at her, observing her face again.

Her eyes twinkled, her cheeks were flushed.

You're killing me, mills.

Again, the sound of the toaster is heard. "Let me go get those." Finn said, grabbing a plate. Guess it was kinda a good thing to do. Millie had just went through a breakup, which she still hasn't told Finn.

She watched him as he cut the sugary waffles. Diabetes filled. Oh well. She thought he was an absolute dork.

"I'm totally gonna beat you, Mills." Finn says picking up the plate, and turns around towards her. Millie smiles and shakes her head. Obviously he's gonna win.