MAKE IT COUNT.

easy way isn't always the best way

.・゜゜・CHAPTER TWELVE・゜゜・．
easy way isn't always the best way

"millie,"

"millie, wake up!"

"psstt, millie!"

"5 minutes," millie said sleepily.

"MILLIE!" a familiar voice shouted at her ear. she grabbed any pillow near her and covered her ears with it but the person waking her up removed it.

"what the hell?!" the british girl got up lazily and scanned the room and was immediately surprised because she was in her bedroom. like literally her bedroom. she rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times because she thought she was just hallucinating but she opened her eyes back up and she was still there.

she remembered her first morning in hawkins hospital and she felt overwhelmed when she got to call that hospital her home but now. . .she feels weird not being there and not waking up and not seeing the four blue-painted walls in front of her.

millie was met by a blue wardrobe at her right side and some clothes scattered on the floor, she also saw sight of polaroid pictures hanging on her wall. she looked at her left side and there was a black desk with a bunch of her books on top of it.

millie finally looked at the person right in front of her and her heart started beating unbelievably fast because she saw sight of finn wolfhard in her room. "millie, what's going on with you?" he furrowed his eyebrows.

"what's going on, why are you in-" she stopped mid sentence when she noticed that finn looked so much taller than always. she looked at him up and down and he was standing. like really standing. he was two-legged. he also looked a bit tanner, he wasn't wearing a hospital gown but instead he was wearing a long sleeve with black & white stripes and skinny jeans. and he looked. . .alive.

"y- you have legs? i- finn, why are you not wearing a hospital gown?" she pointed at his clothes, "you're not s- sick? i'm not sick? what's going on?" millie asked panically.

"maybe i should be the one asking you what's going on," he said, "yes i have legs, i've always had millie," he chuckled, "and i had a cold last week, but i don't think that counts. are you sick millie?"

"w- wha. . .h-how. . .w- why are you here in my. . .room?" millie said while continuously scanning the room. "you said you wanted me to teach you how to play guitar, remember? you told me yesterday to come over today," finn showed her his blue acoustic guitar.

millie just stared at him in confusion, "s- so, i'm not sick? you're not sick?"

"yes millie. are you sure you're fine? should i just teach you tomorrow?" he asked in concern. "oh no. . .no please, i- i just have to get ready. just wait for me at the backyard," finn nodded and got out of her room.

what the hell is going on? millie said to herself. she pulled her hair back in frustration, she still didn't know why everything was suddenly back to normal but she still got up and got ready regardless.

when she was finished getting ready, she immediately went down and was met by the smell of bacon and omelette, a familiar scent but she hasn't smelled in a very long time.

"mom," millie smiled widely when she saw sight of her mother cooking, mrs. brown turned around and she was wearing a yellow apron. mrs. brown went to the younger girl and hugged her tightly. "i missed this," millie said while her face was buried on her mom's chest.

"miss what, honey?" mrs. brown asked confusingly. "this— home, your bacon and omelette, being normal,"

"what are you saying sweetie? i always prepare you bacon and omelette," she chuckled, "and what do you mean home and being normal?" she paused for a moment, "finn said that you were being weird this morning and asked me to go check up on you, are you okay?" mrs. brown caressed her hair.