𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑡 𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑇𝑜 𝐵𝑒 |𝐹𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒

Big Mistake II, P4.

As Millie was expelled from the school until next week, she was stuck at home doing nothing while her parents we're away for a royal dinner that night. So it was just her all alone at that palace except for servants, so she commanded Finn to the lounge on the fourth floor upstairs. He sat there waiting uncomfortably for Millie to come in. She was wearing Gucci patterned sweat pants (or joggers whatever you call them) and a black sleeveless top. She sat at the couch across him and staring deep into his eyes.
"Millie? ...You called me here to discuss something or are we having a staring contest?"
"Yes. I did call you up here, but why did you choose to come up here?" The boy looked confused and couldn't even answer for a moment.
"Because you asked me to come up here?"
"Good. I can trust you." He smiled nervously,
"Um, your highness—"
"Millie," she interrupted. "Continue."
"Millie, why did you call me up here exactly?" He questioned. Millie looked at him again and nodded.
"I'm throwing a party and I need someone to help me plan it, Your the only available person."
"Oh. Okay," he smiled. "But why do you need my help if your parents throw parties all the time?"
"Because it needs to be like a high school party!" She exclaimed. "My parents parties has a piano player in the background and all they do is eat and talk. It's no actual fun! I thought you would've been to high school party!"
"That makes more sense and yes, I have been to a couple. But we should probably make a check list—"
"I'm already prepared," Millie said bringing out a pen and notebook. "Start,"
"Well, there's loads of smoke machines and colourful lights but it can be dark. Then there's music-"
"Yeah, I don't know anything about music! Party's off."
"Hey, you just fought your best friend because of this party,"
"How did you know I fought her...And how do you know I have a best friend?! Wait-"
"That's not my point, Millie. Lucky for you, I happen to know a lot about music. Call me a music taré, if you want but I have remixes from the 90's from the 2000's."
"Wait you can actually have...Mixtapes?" Her smile grew wide. "Mère and Papa would never let me touch one,"
"Well today is that day." He smiled. "Can't believe you've never seen one before. Every kid at school has them." He laughed. "I'll get my..." he paused when he was about to stand up.
"What?" She said sharply. "Go bring me my mixtape then."
"Your highnesses— Millie, I don't have your mixtape. It's at my house because I didn't bring my bag today."
"Oh." She sighed and she looked disappointed and upset.
"But I...Don't suppose you'd come with me to get it?" He spoke shyly and for the first time, he couldn't bring himself to look into her eyes.
"With you? A-...Are you joking because this isn't...With you? Really? A boy like you?...It'd be the end of me."
"Oh." He said quietly. "I thought we were just..." He sighed and stood up walking towards the door.
"Finn," She closed her eyes and took a deep breathe. "Maybe I will come. It's just, my parents. I don't care what happens to me— or my parents! But if you lose your job," His frown slowly turned into a smile and he turned back towards her.
"I won't lose my job. Promise! You don't need to worry about me. I'm a differ remember? If I lose my job, then it had nothing to do with you. Okay?" They gazed into each others eyes for a few seconds before Millie pulled away.

She locked her hand with his and she blushed. He smiled and said,
"To my house."

They walked for thirty minutes into a small village. It was bright and pretty with cute, small flower shops and cafes lighting down the roads. A few cars were driving by and Millie had never been used to such peace and quiet as the city was always busy.
"Joli." She said quietly. "It's so pretty. Très très jolie." She smiled admiring the village. "It's nothing what my mère and papa told me."
"Scary, ugly and smelly?" He laughed.
"But it's nothing like that! It smells like fresh bread and flowers."
"My père, works in the bakery and he makes amazing bread. Any person I bring home, he gives them the freshest bread."
"Wow. Bread. So interesting." She scoffed and they continued to walk, but Finn just smiled. "How much longer?! my legs are about to fall off!"
"Another minute, we live in the apartments just there." He pointed to somewhere in the distance and they were there in just a few seconds.

They lived on the first floor, door number 8. The apartment was small, very very small for a family. The living room was squashed with one sofa, a small coffee table and one book shelf filled with movies and records and original books. There wasn't really a TV.
"Why have all these movies, if you don't even have a television?"
"Because, we remember the movies we watched at the theatres. The old ones are cheaper so we mostly have those. But hey, at least they're good." He smiled softly.

The kitchen was even smaller then the living room. It had a tiny oven and stove and a small fridge and the rest of the space was taken up by a small table with three stools. At least the apartment was very clean and neat.
"I see why you've become a cleaner now. Your apartment is...clean." Then they squeezed themselves into another room.
"You kidding me? If I had a choice, I wouldn't be a cleaner at ALL." He scoffed.

Posters of bands and great movies were put up on the wall. Books were put up along the shelves and dresser and there were mixtapes, loads of mixtapes.
"You have so many!" She said picking up everyone individually.
"Yeah, from the summer of 1987 till now. Pick which one you'd like." She stopped examining them and her hand just paused. She turned back to face him.
"I don't know what music I like, my parents just brainwash Beethoven into my head."
"That sucks." He frowned. "Well I think you'd love this mixtape." He passed it to her. "Take it home and play it. You can...You can keep it if you want." He bit his lip and stood in front of her for a minute. She smiled.
"Can I listen to it here?" She said sitting on his bed.
"Sure, I'll be a second." He left the room and she heard him go into another room. She got very impatient waiting and stood up, looking around the room. She picked up a few books on the dresser and some she found the first pages were interesting. Her hands hovered over the dresser knob and she opened it. Curiosity got the best of her and she wanted to know what was inside.
"Going through my stuff now?" She slammed the drawer shut and leaned on to the dresser. He propped up a cassette player up onto the dresser.
"As if you'd know anything. You go into my room almost everyday, to 'clean' it. I'm surprised I haven't noticed anything missing." She said with a smug look on her face. He scoffed, shook his head and smiled.
"This is very old," he opened it up and put in the tape, he had to smack it a few times to make it go in properly. "But surprisingly, it still works. Kind of anyways." Millie smiled and then the music started to play. "I made this a few months ago. All my savings gone." He smiled and looked at her again, softly he said. "I don't regret it though."

Twenty minutes went by and they were starting to open up slowly to each other. Even though Millie could be very difficult and a bit of a brat some times, she was actually really funny and nice to have around.

That's what Finn thought. And even if Millie was a hard nut to crack, he liked that he had a challenge, as he didn't want things to be simple. From now on he said to himself, he wasn't going to give up on this girl, cause she was special. Millie also thought that he was sweet and charming, he could be funny too and she really started to like this boy. He was fun to hang around and maybe she was starting to think that he offered much more then someone who would be middle class.

Thank you for reading 'Never meant to be,' Chapter four! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please tell me what you think of this book and tell me how many chapters you'd like!

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