Millie's POV:
It was Sunday, so we didn't have filming or work. I was sitting on our sectional couch in our condo. It had a chaise lounge, meaning at one end the couch stuck out and it was basically a connected leg/foot rest. I squished myself into the corner of the couch, my legs sticking out on the chaise.
We contacted the TV company after Finn's little episode, which he was extremely embarrassed about. They gave us a replacement TV for no extra cost, because we claimed it had just fallen over. It worked out in the end though, because we saved money and Finn didn't have to tell the company that he was upset about Jacob so he chucked the damn remote at the TV.
I was freezing.
"Finn?" I asked the boy in the kitchen behind me, "Can you pass me a blanket?"
"Sure," Finn replied, and threw a black fur blanket over my legs, then coughed into the elbow of his red Calpurnia hoodie.
"Thanks," I said, "Are you getting sick?"
"I don't know. Maybe it was the rain and the cold last night?" he guessed, and I shrugged.
"What are we watching?" Finn asked, sitting down beside me on the couch, and covering himself too with the blanket. His black sweatpants brushed against my thigh.
"You choose," I offered, and he reached down to the coffee table to grab the remote for our new television.
"What time is it?" Finn asked, and I took my arm out from beneath the blanket. I turned Mike's watch to face me, but before I could read it, Finn took my fingers gently in his hand and pulled my wrist towards him. I couldn't help but smile.
"It's just about eight AM," Finn announced, still holding my hand as he looked into my eyes, "Baking with Anna Olson!" he threw his fists in the air excitedly, dropping my hand back to my lap.
"Man I shouldn't have let you pick," I chuckled, and Finn just grinned widely at me.
"Alright," he said, then scrolled down the channel list until he reached the Food Network. He pressed 'OK' and the baker appeared on the screen.
"-And today, we'll be making pumpkin spice scones," Anna said, and instantly gained Finn's attention.
"She better use cloves or else the flavour won't be as complex," Finn leaned closer and whispered, his eyes not leaving the screen. We continued watching the episode, or at least Finn did. I was watching Finn's face light up as the TV personality baked whatever it was, I wasn't paying attention.
About halfway through, I decided to turn on my side, and scooch a little closer to Finn. I leaned my head on the side of his shoulder, and I felt him tense up at first, but then loosen shortly after.
He draped his arm around me, and leaned in slightly to kiss me softly on my forehead. I blushed, then smiled bashfully.
We finished the episode, but didn't move at all. We were peaceful, and I was so happy to just be there next to Finn. Especially after everything that happened in the last twenty four hours.
It felt like Finn was stitching up the bullet holes that Jacob gave me.
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Finn's POV:
"Earth to Fillie!" someone shouted in my face. I opened my eyes, then blinked feverishly. I crinkled my face in confusion, then squinted to try to see who was in front of me.
"Noah?" I whispered, and he nodded.
"What?" someone beside me asked sloppily, and I jumped a little. Who was beside me? Why did I have my arm around them-
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Romance[fillie] Finn Wolfhard and Millie Bobby Brown have grown apart, their overbooked lives pulling them, and their somewhat 'friendly' relationship in opposite directions. Will their acting skills be enough to save their deteriorating on-screen chemistr...
