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Finn's POV:

"Finn-" Noah started, but I interrupted.

"Save it, Noah. I need some air," I retorted, grabbing my rain coat from the closet.

"Where are you going?" Noah called after me, and I slammed the door without replying. I stormed down the hallway, and angrily pushed the elevator button. It eventually arrived at my floor, and I walked in. I pressed the main floor button, and the elevator descended, along with whatever feelings I had for Millie.

The elevator door slid open, and I walked out into the lobby. I looked out the window, and as I suspected, it was raining. I zipped up my coat and pulled the hood up on my head. I pushed the glass door open, and entered the storm. Rain drops fell like bullets, crashing on my skull, running down my cheeks, threatening to wash away my freckles.

I didn't know exactly where I was walking, just that I needed to go. I turned right, and walked along the sidewalk with my hands in my pockets. It didn't take me long before I realized my subconscious was taking me to set. I typed in the passcode on the keypad on the locked gate, and it buzzed.

Password: Incorrect.

What?

I pulled out my phone, and dialled Gaten's number.

"Gaten speaking, I'm driving home from the airport, what do you need?" he answered.

"Hey. Is there a new password for the set gate?" I asked quickly and angrily.

"Are you at set?" Gaten asked curiously, and I rolled my eyes.

"Yes," I replied with a sigh.

"Why are you at set?" Gaten questioned.

"Never mind why I'm at set!" I nearly yelled into the phone.

"Jesus..." Gaten trailed off.

"So what is it then?" I asked impatiently.

"It's Fillie, all lowercase. Me and the other kids changed it," Gaten said, and acid churned in my stomach. I was silent, but still on the phone.

"I'm assuming since you didn't yell at me, that you've seen the photos of-" Gaten rambled, but I interrupted.

"Of course I've seen the damn photos," I retorted.

"Finn, if you need to talk or something, I'm here. We all are," Gaten offered, to which I loudly scoffed. I hung up the call without saying goodbye. I typed mine and Millie's ship name into the gate, and sure enough it opened.

Fuck them.

I walked in, slamming the gate shut behind me. The metal rattled. I ran across the wet gravel, bits of mud splattered here and there. I arrived at mine and Millie's trailer.

Screw her.

I swung open the door, and walked in for shelter. I closed the door gently this time, trying to calm down. I mean, that's why I was here.

To calm down.

I slipped my hood off of my head, and found myself in the reflection of the mirror. My hair had gained a ton of volume from the humidity, and it was all poofy. I tried to flatten it, but it was no use. I took off my coat, and hung it on the back of the door to dry a bit. Then I plopped down in my red bean bag chair, and spotted my empty journal from across the room on a bookshelf. 

The Duffers had given us each a journal at the beginning of season one, and we weren't to look in each others until each season had finished. It's kind of fun, reading about the other kids' life on set, or things they found neat or interesting. I hadn't really written anything this season, so that's why I was here.