Chapter Eight: Why Are We Here?

Forever - Little Monarch

Millie's P.O.V

The sound of an engine ran stopping the silence between me and Finn. My drenched self-sat on the front seat of Finn's car causing the seat of his car to be soaked. His car radio was playing softly as if the music was background music.

 My elbow was against the car window as I rub my aching forehead. I turn to Finn seeing his eyebrows tide together concentrating on the road in front of him. His jaw tightens with anger. The knuckles of his hand turn white as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel.

Finn and I haven't said a word in the past five minutes. My head was still aching but I ignored it. The AC of his car was blasting making me shiver in my wet clothes. My school was still going on which means I'm ditching, something that I've never done before. I notice his eyes glancing at me but I only stared at the open road.

"Did Iris do that to your eye?" He asks while concentrating on the road.

"No," I said with my arms wrapped around myself. Finn glances at me again notice me shivering and quickly turns off the AC. I give a breath of relief feeling the warm air hit my skin.

"Then who did?" Finn asks with his knuckles turning even more white as he grips the steering wheel even tighter. I stayed silent. I can't tell him that my dad did this. In fact, I'm not ready to tell anyone.

"Fine, you don't have to tell me today or tomorrow, but eventually you're going to have to tell me who did that to you. Is that a deal?" He asks with an eyebrow raised.

"Deal," I said softly and stayed quiet again. The silence rang until we stopped in front of an unusually large mansion.

"What are we doing here?" I ask looking back at Finn.

"Come on," He says as he walks out of his car pulling and swinging his backpack around his shoulder. I follow his lead as he walks up to the driveway of his house.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled as I watched him enter the large front yard of the mansion. Finn stops in his tracks and turns around to face me.

"We can't just walk into some stranger house!" I said with my arms on my hips.

"Mills, I own this house," He says as if it wasn't obvious enough. I felt stupidity run through me.

"Oh," I said while dropping my hands connecting the dots.

"Come on," he says as he tugs me to the front door entrance. His mansion towered over me as if it was attempting to intimidate me. Finn pulled keys out of his front pocket opening his ten-foot-tall doors. 

I walk into his mansion and began staring up at the high ceiling. a table was placed in the center, two flights of spiral staircases going up to the second floor, the floor is ceramic tile. It was a beautiful place, a place that Millie would never be able to afford to go to. There were overly expensive plantings and objects all around the house. Large glass windows were placed in every corner as if they were walls. The entire place looked modern to the eye.

He guided me to the living room that was next to the kitchen. He drops his backpack on the ground near the sofa of the living room. I awkwardly stood in front of the large sofa as Finn shuffles through the kitchen. He glanced at me noticing me standing still

"You can sit down." He said as if it wasn't obvious enough. I quickly take a seat on the sofa as he goes back to whatever he's looking for.

Finn finally stops shuffling through the kitchen and walks back to me with a first aid kit in his hands. He takes a seat on the counter table that was in front of the couch and opens up the first aid kit on his lap. He hands me a glass of water and a pill in my hand.

"What's this?" I ask lifting up the pill in my hand.

"Tylenol, now drink," I nod as I place the pill in my mouth and take a long sip of water.

"Thanks," I said as I put down the glass of water on the counter next to Finn and wipes the top of my lip. He lifts my chin up in order to have a better look at my eye. His eyebrows tighten together as he examines my infected eye. He grabs a cotton ball and lightly dabs it inside some liquid. He lightly presses it against my eye. I feel my skin sting making my eyes squint as I hiss in pain.

"It'll be quick," He says softly. I nod and let him add more of the liquid in my eye. He continues dabbing more of the liquid against my eye.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked while his eyes concentrated on mine. He was deep in thought as he stared at my one eye.

"Because I want to," He says as he adds more liquid to the cotton ball.

"But why?" I ask as he adds more of the liquid to my eye.

"What's wrong with me helping you?" He asks as he stops dabbing the cotton ball on my eye.

"Nothing, It's ju-"

"It's just what?" He asks as he cuts me off while raising an eyebrow. I stayed silent as he puts back the bottle of liquid inside the first aid kit and throws away the used cotton ball in the nearest trash can.

"You need a shower, what the hell did Iris dump on you?" He asks as he gets up from the counter table and rubs his nose disgusted by the sent. I took a sniff of myself realizing I do smell.

"No clue,"

"Come on, I'll let you take a shower here," He said as he grabs my hand guiding me to his spiral staircase. We both reached a long hallway that had several doors in every direction. He leads me to one specific door that was at the end of the hallway. He opened the door and led me inside. Several band posters were placed in every corner of the room. 

A queen sized bed was placed in the middle of the room with the bedsheets a mess. A large window on the right of the room had a view of the woods. Several papers were spread all over a desk that was on the other side of my room. Another table was on the side of the room that had a record player with a stack of vinyl with a guitar next to it.

"Welcome to my room," he says with his arms wide. With his hand still wrapped around mine, he opens another door that was in his room.

"Here is the bathroom," he didn't have as many things as I do in my bathroom. A toothbrush, toothpaste and a couple of bottles of liquid of some sort. He opens up the cabinet in his bathroom and pulls out a towel and hands it to me.

"Don't spend too much time in there." He said as e pointed at the shower. I rolled my eyes and shook my head yes.

"I'll give you some clothes to wear once you're done showering, you can borrow my shampoo and soap and everything." He says as he exits the bathroom. I nod again as I shut the door while locking the door. 

My eyes started scanning the bathroom until the mirror caught my eye. My hair was still a bit drenched with my clothes wet and sticky from all the trash that fell on me. My eye isn't as dark as it was from this morning.

I strip off my clothes and walk into the shower. I turn on the faucet quickly feeling the warm water hit my skin. I exhale with relief feel the warm water hit my skin dripping down my body. I look around trying to find some kind of shampoo. 

I squirt out the shampoo in the bottle spreading it in my hand. I scrub the shampoo against my hair quickly making the stickiness wash away. The sent of the shampoo tickled my nose suddenly making the sent familiar. It smells much like Finn's hair.

No shit Sherlock you're using the shampoo that he uses. I smile a little remembering the sent of Finn. I suddenly hear a loud knock on the door. 

"You okay Mills?" Finn asks.

"I'm good!" I said as I quickly rinse off the shampoo and scrub myself with his body soap and rinse it off. I turn off the faucet and pull my towel that was hanging outside of Finn's shower and wrap it around my body. 

I grab my short strands of hair letting it drip on the floor of the shower and walk out of the shower. I look around the bathroom realizing I don't have any clothes to wear. I unlock the door of Finn's bathroom and slowly open an inch. 

"Finn," I say softly hoping he's still in his room.

"Yeah?" He says as he walks up to the bathroom door. I quickly shut the door as I see his feet come closer.

"You said you had clothes for me to borrow," I said tightening the towel around myself.

"Yeah I have it, can I open the door to give it to you?" I exhale loudly not wanting him to see me like this.

"J-just close your eyes, Finn," I said frustratedly.

"Don't worry Mills, it's not my first time seeing girls bod-"

"JUST, shut up and close your eyes!" I yell cutting him off. I scrunch my nose having the thought of him seeing another girls body.

"Okay," he says while chuckling.

He turns the door nob and opens the door. I wrap my arms tighter around myself as he walks in. He walks in with his eyes shut tight with his hands over them and the other hand holding out clothes. I exhale with relief that Finn actually listened to me. 

I quickly grab the clothes that were in his hands and push him out of the bathroom locking the door. I give a breath of relief as my back leans against the door. I hear him chuckle from a distance as he goes farther away from the door.

I roll my eyes and drop his clothes on top of his toilet seat. I dry up my body with the towel that was wrapped around my body. I took a closer look at the clothes he gave me. A pair of grey sweatpants, a blue sweatshirt. 

I looked down at my soaked clothes realizing I have no underclothes, shit. I'm pretty sure Finn doesn't carry any bras, I'm probably gonna have to go braless but he should have some kind of shorts I could borrow.

"Finn!" I call as I lean against the door.

"What's up?" Finn asks annoyingly.

"I don't have any underclothes, could I just borrow some shorts," I hear him chuckle even more.

"Are Calvin Klines alright?" Finn asks.

"As long as they could fit me,"

"Okay," He opens the door slightly passing me the cloth that was in his hands. I quickly grab the cloth that was in his hand and shut the door. I take a closer look at the Calvin Klines that Finn just handed me. It was black that looked like men's underwear.

"Finn!!" I yell again.

"What?" He says with a winy tone.

"Are these your underwear?" I ask worriedly.

"Don't worry, it's not used," He says while chuckling again.

"Is this the only thing you have that I can use?"

"Millie, it's only clothing!" He yells impatiently

"Okay, Fine!!" I yell back. I quickly slip on the Calvin Klines realizing that they feel really comfortable. I slipped on the grey sweatpants with the blue sweatshirt on top. I look through that cabinet of his bathroom finding a plastic bag to place my wet dirty clothes. I finally walked out of the bathroom seeing Finn sitting on top of his desk while playing with a baseball in his hand.

"Feeling better." He asks as he places that baseball back on his desk.

"Here's your backpack," He says as he tosses my backpack across the room for me to catch. I quickly catch my backpack successfully. I stuff my dirty clothes in my backpack place it on the corner of my room. I slowly take a seat on his bed as my eyes scan through his room.

I look around his room reading every poster that was up on his wall. Several band names and artist were up on his walls like SWMRS, Pixies, Twin Peaks, Joy Division, Mac Demarco, and Spendtime Place. Almost all the posters he has up I know.

"I like your room," I complimented.

"Thanks, I get most of these posters from going to their concerts." He says as he scrolls through his phone. I look around his room again but something catches my eye, a guitar. I got up from his bed and walked up to his guitar. I grab it bringing it towards Finn. He looks up from his phone seeing me and his guitar next to me.

"What?" He asks.

"You said you can play the guitar," I said with his guitar facing him.

"You want me to play?" He asks.

"Yup," I said as I push his guitar on his lap.

He chuckles as my action and fixes the position of his guitar. I clap my hands excitedly jumping on his bed crossing my legs again while facing him. He strums every string while turning the pegs making sure the strings sound right.

"So what do you want me to play?" He aks annoyingly as he pulls out a pick from his pocket. I think for a minute until a song clicked to me.

"My Kind of Woman by Mac Demarco!" I said excitedly. Finn nods and starts strumming. He plays the intro fo the song expecting me to sing. He continues strumming without singing. I quickly place my hands on the string of his guitar stopping him from playing.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Playing, just like what you told me to do,"

"No, you have to sing," I said with my hands still against the strings of his guitar. Finn rolls his eyes.

"Okay fine I'll sing." I clap my hands together excitedly taking my hands off his guitar. Finn starts again starting with the same intro.

"Oh baby, oh man..." Finn sings. His voice was raspy but pleasing to hear.

"You're making me crazy, really driving me mad..." My head bounced to the beat of the music. He finally reached the chorus.

"You're my, my, my, my kind of woman..." My smile widens as I hear Finn's beautiful voice reach the chorus. Finn finally reaches the end of the song giving one last strum. I applaud at his beautiful performance but felt a little sad that it was over. He smiles at me as I smile back at him.

"You have an amazing voice, Finn!" I said surprised. His voice sounds extremely familiar but I don't know why. For the rest of the day, Finn and I messed around in his room playing songs on his record player, watched a couple of movies and ate some ice cream in the kitchen.

I laughed at his cheesy ass jokes even though they were extremely bad. Being with Finn made me forget all about what happened today at school and all about my father. It seems like whenever I'm around him, I actually feel free, is that weird?

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every unoriginal fillie fic always needs a scene of finn playing the guitar to millie soo here ya go.

- Abby