millie's pov
it's been about a few weeks. like 2 months or so and planning the wedding has been a bit stressful yet fun.
me and finn makes sure we both agree on stuff before putting it in the wedding and he really cares about what i think.
today's the day i'm going to go try on wedding dresses. finns coming with me along with my mum, ava, mark, sadie and noah.
i'm now getting ready by changing into drop shoulder long sleeved crop top with skinny jeans and putting a belt on top while finn showers.
i walked over to my vanity to put some makeup on and i see finn walk out to get changed.
"again with the makeup?" he asks as i shrug
"i have really bad skin and i'm going to try on wedding dresses today so i most certainly won't go with bad skin" i tell him as i put some mascara on
"it's just natural beauty" he tells me
"finn it's too early for your compliments" i tell him as he chuckles
"i need you to know you're beautiful" he says as i blush, turning around
"if i say i know would you stop?" i ask
"hmm no" he says as i roll my eyes, turning back the other way
i brushed my hair and stood up to put on my pair of air force 1.
"are you ready?" i ask
"yeah" he says, putting on his vans
i grab my bag and walked downstairs to fill pascal and starks bowl before walking out to finns car.
"the diner?" he asks as i nod
"aux cord!" i shout as he passes me the aux cord
i put my feet on the dashboard as i look through my playlists and finn starts to drive out of the driveway.
"don't trip, i got you!" i scream, "i put ice on your wrist 'cause i want to!"
"mills calm down its 11 o'clock in the morning" he laughs
"you're number one, and i'm cool with two
if it's next to you!" i reach my hand to finn as he pushes it away with a laugh
"dance like it's hopscotch, got these bitches hot-hot
everything they not, not!" i scream, "rock and i'm leanin', high for no reason, pretty, ooh, she gleamin"
"i'm lebron, you miss savannah, get you gift just like i'm san-" i get cut off my finns hand covering my mouth
"as much as i love your singing, or rapping whatever it is. i don't want to get into a car accident" he says
"don't trip, i got you, i put ice on your wrist 'cause i want to" i sang muffled due to finns hand
"mills" he chuckles
"what?" i mumble
"stop singing or else we're gonna get into a car accident" he says
