Magic between us || Fillie

Haunted

On Wednesday afternoon, having finished with his lunch at the cafeteria, Finn was sat on his set chair, dressed in Mike's clothing, waiting for the shooting to start again. He was skimming through the script for the scene he was about to film, checking to see if he had completely memorized all of his lines.

He was afraid of forgetting his lines because he was feeling a bit lost since he had a whole month worth of scenes to catch up with. He didn't want mess things up too many times. Once or twice or even three times was alright, but no one ever enjoyed spending hours on one scene because of a single person.

Well, except for that day when he filmed the grandma scene with Millie and David. That hour of his life, although wasted away, was the best hour he had ever spent filming. To this day, whenever he saw David, he was always taken back to that moment and the uncontrollable laughter would arise.

'Hey, Finnie'.

Finn looked up from the papers in his hands when the sound of Millie's voice rang through the room. He saw her walking towards him with a big, beautiful smile on her face; one she always seemed to carry with her no matter how she was feeling inside. His lips spread into a wide smile at the sight, 'Hey'.

As soon as she reached him, she bent down to his height, giving him a swift kiss on the cheek and hugging him tightly for a moment too long for two friends, but she couldn't help it considering it was her first time seeing him since yesterday morning, which was way too long in her mind.

'When did you get here?', he asked after she pulled away, leaving his arms aching for more contact. He watched her as she went over to pick up a chair that, without a doubt, had 'Millster' written on the back of it.

Just like she did every time they filmed something with just the two of them, she brought the chair over to where he was sitting so she could be closer to him as they waited for the crew to set everything up.

'Just now. You?', she said, exhaling after she sat down next to him.

He rolled up the script that he had been reading for the past ten minutes and put it into the little cup holder on his chair, turning his full attention over to her, 'Arrived at the hair and makeup trailer at seven this morning', he said with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

'Ouch', she winced playfully, 'An early start for you today'.

Finn breathed out loudly, 'I swear, Shawn is teaching me a lesson'.

'And what lesson would that be?', she snickered quietly at his grumpy conclusion, 'It's not your fault you got sick'.

He leaned his head to the side and lifted his shoulders up for a second, dropping them down in defeat, 'Had I not asked to travel to that meeting in the first place, I wouldn't have gotten sick'.

She grabbed his forearm as she laughed, keeping as quiet as possible in order to not disturb anyone on set, 'I don't think Shawn is that petty'. Then with a compassionate smile on her face, she added, 'He's just under a lot of pressure to wrap up the season before Christmas'.

'I know, I know', he sighed as he started to pluck at his nails; a nervous habit he seemed to have picked up from Millie herself.

Instinctively, she followed Finn's gaze down to his hands, gasping when she saw several small red gashes on his palms, 'What happened?!'

'Huh? Wha..', he glanced at her confusedly before realizing what she was looking at when she urgently took his hands in hers, uncurling his fingers so she could see better, 'Oh, that. That's no big deal, I just fell yesterday during a scene with Caleb'.

'What? How? Does it hurt? Why didn't you tell me when we talked over the phone last night?', the brunette quickly blurted one question after the other without even taking a single breath in between; he wouldn't have understood a thing had he not become quite fluent in Millie's rapid way of speaking over the years.