messy braids, long might talks, and old love songs never got anyone into trouble… right?

Millie lay back on her bed, strumming her guitar softly, humming something you couldn’t hear. it had always been like this.

it had started with an argument with your mom to saying up late at millie’s at 2 in the morning. she didn’t mind though

every once in a while, your gaze would linger before you caught yourself. ‘shit no! what am i doing?’ you’d curse yourself in your head, ‘come on it’s only millie’