"What kind of chapstick do you use?" Finn questioned, placing his chin against the top of her head. "Peach," He licked his lips for the hundredth time that night, trying to imagine the feeling of hers against them. "Oh, well, it tastes nice," ♡ in which an angry boy is unhappy, and an unusually happy girl wishes to feel loved. •THE BEGINNING WAS WRITTEN A WHILE AGO AND IS DONE VERY POORLY! I PROMISE THAT THE STORY IMPROVES! I WILL BE EDITING IN THE FUTURE• highest rankings: #1 in ship, #1 in mileven, #20 in fillie, #14 in milliebobbybrown

He passes the tree everyday. Every day she's in it. ☆☆ When the girl in the tree finally decides to speak up, Finn is automatically intrigued by her odd way of carrying herself and the way she looks at the world. He's her first friend in a while, and there's reasons for that that Finn is unaware of. Can he handle the secret (or not so secret) that is Millie Brown?

a book of cute byler stories (message/comment any requests)