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Millie's POV:

Jacob swung his apartment door open before I could even bring my arm back to my side.

"Hey babe," he sighed, looking me up and down too obviously.

"What do you want to do, Jacob?" I asked, wanting to get this over with.

"Anything, really," he replied.

"I'm guessing your parents aren't home?" I questioned, and his lips turned into a fine line as he shook his head no. In the small amount of time that I actually liked Jacob, he opened up to me about his parents and stuff. They were both druggies, in and out of rehab and sometimes prison. Jacob mainly lived alone, paying for himself.

I genuinely felt bad for him sometimes. Even though he was a complete douche bag, everyone deserves at least their family.

"I actually do want to talk about one thing," Jacob erased my thoughts.

"Oh?" I replied. He sat down in an arm chair, and I sat on the couch.

"Yeah. What's with all the Wolfhard guy stuff?" he asked, surprisingly calm.

"Oh, Finn?" I questioned, and he nodded, bringing a fist to his chin to lean on.

"He's my co-star on the show, as I'm sure you probably know," I started, "And one of my best friends."

"Aren't you in a relationship in the show? Milemon or something?" he asked, and I snorted.

"Mileven," I corrected, and he rolled his eyes, "And yeah, we are for the show."

"Don't people want you guys to be together in real life though? Fillie is it?" he questioned. I nodded slowly.

"But you and Finn haven't dated or anything outside the show, right?" Jacob asked, almost worried.

"No," I stated, and he bobbed his head back and forth.

"And like no flirting or hugging?" Jacob asked. I nodded, raising my eyebrows as I turned my lips into a line.

"And no kissing?" he said more like a statement. I averted my eyes, and felt myself start to blush.

Fuck. Stop it Millie. Stop it.

"So you have," Jacob figured out. I looked back up at him. 

"No more of that," Jacob said orderly.

"What?" I asked, confused. He looked at me like I was insane.

"We're together now, Millie. You can't do anything remotely romantic with anyone but me, or else," he threatened.

"Or else what?" I rolled my eyes, and he stood up with force.

"You know what happens when you disobey me," he stood over me.

"What-" I started.

"Don't disobey me," he interrupted forcefully. I stood up, just a foot away from him.

"Fine," I whispered haughtily, and I saw a vein in his neck twitch.

"You're so fucking hot," he whispered, pulling my in and kissing me hard. I pulled back, only to find myself staring at the fire in his eyes. He pushed me forwards, my back hitting the wall forcefully. Jacob placed his hands on my waist, his thumbs playing with the bottom edge of my top and he leaned in again. 

Our lips crashed again, and I felt him tug on my bottom lip. We moved our mouths to a steady rhythm, and his fingertips slid up my top, caressing the skin on my sides.