Paper Roses - A Fillie Fanfiction
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  • Reads 2,728
  • Votes 98
  • Parts 4
  • Time 51m
Ongoing, First published Nov 04, 2016
Millie Bobby Brown,  a name quite renowned to a town in Alabama, mainly in the neighborhood she herself lives in. With her usually dark and boyish look, confident demeanor and strong attitude, pretty much everyone even without having faulted her somehow feel threatened whenever she's around. "Everything that's happening right now is always a reflection of what took place yesterday." This is something that clearly translates as to why Millie is a name, a story hidden within herself and the whispers of the people living in the town of Blue Slate. 
  
The monotonous living of Blue Slate comes to an end when a fresh face brings more life he'd ever known to people living there and perhaps, to the adamantine Millie, as he moved into town.

Rebellious, laid-back and somehow perplexing. Three words you'd often hear as people are asked about her.
 
Witty, deft and amiable. That's how they see him.
  
But will these words match the way they'll see each other with their very own eyes?
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A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world. The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.