imessage ~ millie bobby brown

this is home pt2

~millie~

we are finally getting over the nervousness and actually talking fucking finally.

"millie?" my lil sis ava whines.

"what ava?" 

"can i use your phone?"

"um no? for what?" 

"angry birds."

"no go bother charlie please."

my little sister sighs and leaves closing the door behind her.

"wow." y/n says on the phone.

"what?" i ask tilting my head in confusion

"you're so mean in text and in real life."

"shut up you jerk."

she sighs and looks up at the ceiling trying to think of what to say.

i notice the stranger things posters.

"ah so you are a fan."

"i will hang up on you"

"will you really?"

she gives me a little pout. she is too cute.

"no i love you too much for that."

i giggle lightly.

"where's your uke at?"

she gets up and grabs something. she holds it up to the screen.

the infamous uke.

~y/n~

"play for me?" millie asks with a small smile almost a smirk.

"uh no.. i cant sing."

"please. for me? play that 'this is home' song"

i sigh and put the checkered strap over my shoulder and start playing.

often i am upset

that i cannot fall in love but i guess,

 this avoids the stress of falling out of it

are you tired of me yet?

im a little sick right now 

but i swear, when im ready i will fly us out of here.

ill cut my hair

to make you stare

ill hide my chest

and ill figure out a way to get us out of here

i stop playing at that point

millie stares at me. not doing anything. just staring. 

admiring.

"what?" i ask.

"you're beautiful." she whispers.