Dazed and confused

Chapter Eight

I watched his emotionless body stand in the bright yellow field of wheat. The sun coming down onto his brown curly locks.

His hands remained in the pockets of his black jeans.
He turned around and those green eyes striking me as if it were the first time we met.

The sides of his mouth curved as he saw me, just like they did every morning I spent with him.
"I've missed you."
He said.

I smiled and put my head to the side, my messy blonde locks bouncing to the side.

My silk grey dress hugging my hips tightly, my white high top converse the laces all torn and broken.

His black button up loosely hanging from his lanky tall body. His black leather shoes.
Him.

I jumped up from the sound of yelling.
"Millie! Where were you last night?"
A drunken Tyler slurred as he walked from our bedroom.

I got up from the couch.
"I was-"
He slammed my phone on the table.
"Are you planning on leaving me? Why would you ever leave, you'd have no where to go. No one will take you in. Your lucky you get to sleep on the couch!"
He said taking a swig from the terrible vile liquid which turned my once happy love to a monster.

"No, no, I was just at mums-"
"Don't lie to me Millie! Or you'll be sleeping on the ground!"
I shook my head furiously, my eyes stinging as always.

Tears welling my eyes.
"Oh stop crying!"
He yelled.

"Please stop, I'm not going to leave."
I said sitting back on the couch, which has recently became my bed.

He came towards me, I flinched as he sat down and hugged me.
"Don't cry, I love you Millie. You know that."
He said, just like he always said.

I sniffled and nodded.
-
"Millie? You alright?"
I shook my head, trying to forget my past.
Lola sat on the couch next to me holding a vougue magazine up.
"Yea- yeah sorry. Just day dreaming again I guess."
She smirked placing the magazine down.

"About timothee?"
She asked scooting closer.

Is smirked memories of timothee flushing over the ones of Tyler.
"Maybe."
She squealed.

"So have you guys- you know..."
I stared at her confused.
"I'm not following what?"

"Yknow...."
She said.

"Oh gosh no! Not yet at least. I don't know if I'm ready... I haven't really 'been with someone' like that for a long long time."
I chuckled.

Lolas mouth hung open.
"You haven't? Didn't you and Tyler?"
I shook my head.

"We did, but he never really liked it. He told me he didn't have enough time."
I said crossing legs out.

I spotted some pink nail polish sitting on the kitchen counter.

I quickly got up and got it and sat back down.
I started painting my toe nails.
"So When was the last time you-"
"Maybe a year?"

"What the actual fuckk!!! How are you sitting here Alive? Oh my god I need to get timothee onto that."
I chuckled concentrating on my feet.
"Hey do mine to."
I nodded biting my lip as I painted mine.
"I bet timothee would be big."
"Lola!!"
She laughed.

"Sorry sorry sorry!!"
we stayed silent as I painted my first foot.
"But you'll tell me all about that."
I smirked.

There was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it."
Lola got up and walked to the door.
"Well hello timothee chalamet."
I heard from the door.

I jumped up and Wattled over trying my hardest from my painted toe nails to touch the ground.
"Hello Lola."
"I'm never going to get use to this..."
Lola said emotionless.
I smiled seeing timothee in a gorillaz shirt and some loose pink Corduroy jeans.

He had two plastic bags.
"Hey!"
He said bringing me in and kissing my lips gently.

I smiled and put my hand on his chest and rubbing my other hand through his curly hair.
I heard the slight
'Awwesss.'
From Lola signally for us to pull away.

"What are you girls up to?"
He asked walking in.
"Painting nails, talking about sex which we need to get you tw-"
"Shush!"
I yelled jumping back to the couch continuing with my feet.

Timothee and Lola joined and we all spoke.
Eventually I finished my toe nails and lolas.
"Now me!"
Timothee said taking his high top vans off.
"Really!"
I said.

"Yes!!"
I laughed.

I started painting timothees toe nails, and Lola did the other foot green.
"I love it!"
He said as he attempted to bring his legs up and blow on the nail polish.

Causing Lola and I to laugh our bloody asses off.
"What's in the bags?"
Lola asked.

She pulled out 3 face masks and makeup.
"Now you, you are one amazing individual."
Lola squealed out.

He smiled that big goofy smile and I cuddled into him.
"Only the best for the best."
Timothee said stroking my hairs back.

We all sat down and watched 'mean girls.' While putting make up on timothee.

"Ok ok wait. So it's I'm a mouse?"
Timothee asked half laughing.

Lola and I were basically in tears hysterically laughing as timothee stood probably 7 foot in lolas high HIGH heels a very short skirt and a crop top on with his hair slicked down so it looked like it was longer.

And a face full of makeup with mouse ears on.
He walked around the corner.
"And action!"
Lola and I yelled.

We heard the noise of timothees heels loudly stomping to the floor.
"I'm a mouse-"
He flipped his hair back and bit his lip.
"Duh."

Lola and I looked to each other both red as tomatoes and let out a loud laugh. Timothee kicked the heels off and messed his hair up so it was normal.

He jumped down between us and we all started laughing.
"I can't- I can't! HAHAHAHHA!!"
I said.

Lola snorted and we all went silent.
We all looked at each other and started laughing again.
"I'm gonna vomit! This is the most laughing I've done since I was a kid!"
Timothee laughed out.