I'll wait...

Hey. Hi there. The name's Millicent. Millie for short, unless your kid spends their time in my class, then it's Ms. Parker. And no, that was not me at Hooter's yelling drunkenly at the Predators losing badly in the final game. But, yes, that was me dancing on the bar at Coyote Ugly. But don't worry, your kids are safe.

[millicentparker]

Millie is going as Ms. Frizzle from The Magic School Bus.

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willow-harrington‌:

It had been a long stressful day as Willow went through the motions of setting up for a wedding that was happening in just a week. It seemed like everything was going wrong with the hundreds of flowers that she was supposed to have ready and her stress levels were causing her blood pressure to rise dramatically. That, coupled with the slew of stressful customers she had already dealt with that day, was why Willow’s patience was thin and her eyes were wet with un-shed tears. The icing on the cake of this horrible day was the very moment that Willow set eyes on Millicent Parker walking through the doors of her shop.

Willow wanted so badly to just tell the girl to leave. What was she doing in a flower shop anyway? Millie didn’t seem like the type of person who would need petunias for her garden. Trying to ignore her, the blonde went to work on a bouquet she was making for a husband who was just being a nice guy, her eyes lingering on the card he had left to go with it, until she heard the other woman clear her throat to get Willow’s attention. 

Her head snapped in Millie’s direction and as she listened she felt those white hot tears starting to resurface to her eyes. She didn’t know if it was the stress of the day, the card laying in front of her from an adoring husband, or the fact that Millie kept saying the word funeral that was making her finally lose it but something made the dam inside of her break open. “F-funeral…right, uh…” Tears started streaming down her face as she turned towards a few arrangements she had pre-made for occasions like this and ran her hands along the petals of some purple lilies. “I would go with these. Um..c-classic but not plain boring white.” She looks up at the other girl as her voice breaks. It’s not often that Willow loses it but this day had broken her. She was a mess as she finally gave in to the tears and sat down on the edge of the window sill next to her. “I’m sorry. This is so unprofessional.”

Millie had walked in for flowers and a possible ass chewing. But what she didn’t bargain for was having Willow Harrington breakdown in tears on her. Was Millie that horrible of a person? Was she a tear magnet? Sure, a few of her kids in her class had cried around her a couple of times, but she was pretty sure it wasn’t because of something she did...Okay, Billy Daniels...yes. That kid had it coming with as many times as he had made Millie almost lose her shit, but that was besides the point. However, it was in that moment, that the teacher remembered that Willow was human too and must have been dealing with some pretty hard stuff, if she was crying in front of one of the people she had despised.

“Hey, uh...Okay, there’s tears. Did not expect tears, but no need to apologize. Everybody has those days. I had one just last week...” And she had. She had contemplated her life and how she ended up where she did with a bottle of wine and the saddest music she could find on Spotify. “Do you need me to do something? To get you anything?” She glanced around the shop for some tissues, but only came across a roll of Bounty. Walking over to the paper towels, she ripped one off and brought it back to Willow, “I’m sure if this is good for spills, it’s good for tears.” A soft, uneasy smile rested on her lips as she passed the paper towel over to the other woman.

The need for flowers had fallen by the wayside as she waited for Willow to confess the reasons for the tears. Millie’s aunt would have been proud of her compassion in this moment and would have understood why flowers weren’t as important as they once were.

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colton-hunt‌:

Colton swallowed hard with the question as he wasn’t sure how to even answer that. How do you say to someone that the girl was just his best friend but he’d wished it could be more? “Uh…no, she’s just a friend. I’ve known her like..six years maybe. She’s kind of the only one who will listen most of the time.” Why hadn’t he stopped at ‘she’s just a friend?’ Licking his lips softly, the man could feel the energy in the room turn awkward as he Jasmine giggle softly, no doubt laughing because she knew how he felt about Mack. He wasn’t sure if he should leave at this point, hands still constricting those pants while he watched the woman write the lesson on the board. “Jasmine just likes to think something else is going on. She likes Mack I guess…you know, logic is off but heart is in the right place, I guess. I’m talking too much, I’m sorry.”

Millie anxiously nodded, “Mmhmm...I get it. That...special friend.” She didn’t know what she was saying or why she was saying it. She had already put her foot in her mouth for the day, and it wasn’t even 8 am yet. Finishing up what she was doing, she moved to her desk and avoided eye contact with Colton, “Well, kids will be kids, and I’m sure if Jasmine thinks you guys would make it a cute couple, then it must totally be true.” She glanced up at him quickly with an awkward smile, before looking back down and flipping through a text book on her desk. Any chance she had with the man had probably shot right out the door, down the hall, and out the front of the building never to return.

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colton-hunt:

The comment about wanting to call her had Colton placing his hands in his front pockets, the slacks constricting without him noticing while a wave of discomfort ran through him. Jasmine’s teacher had always been a bit flirty with him and while he was flattered he wasn’t sure it was appropriate. It wasn’t just the fact that Millie was Jasmine’s teacher or that she was a little over the top…no, it was also the fact that Colton was pretty sure he was at least infatuated with his best friend. Glancing over at the other child, he let a smile pull at his lips as he shakes his head. “Man, if you could see her at home. She’s no angel..in fact I’m pretty sure she’s the one who keeps telling my mom I’m with all these girls when I’m usually only with one. And then my mom calls and starts questioning me and it turns into some big thing…I swear she does it on purpose. He shoots Jasmine a playful look as she giggles, the little girl taking her seat next to her friend with such a guilty yet amused expression that he knew it was true. “Little pest…be good today, Miss Parker could use an easy class, okay?”

Millie had turned back around to grab something off of her desk, when she caught sight of Colton’s crotch. Quickly diverting her eyes, she cleared her throat and went back to looking for the notebook on her desk, “Well, they can’t all be angels I guess.” She side-eyed little Suzy and resumed writing on the board, “So this girl...Is it serious?” Why had she just asked that. It was forward, and she barely new Colton aside from seeing him in the mornings on occasion and sometimes around town. Her face was turning red, and she didn’t plan on turning back around until the fire burning in her cheeks had disappeared. The question was out there though, and she couldn’t take it back. Maybe that was a lesson she needed to teach for the day. How when you say things out loud without thinking, they usually can’t be taken back...Miss Parker could really use an easy class after that one...She continued to write in silence, but her mind wouldn’t shut up.

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colton-hunt:

It wasn’t often that Colton had to drop off his sister at school and when he did he usually had to do it a little earlier than usual due to his work schedule. Her teacher was a little eccentric, he knew, and it wasn’t unusual for him to walk in holding Jasmine’s hand and hear the woman say something a little out there. But today was the first time he’d heard a complaint about the children themselves. He almost laughed…almost. Clearing his throat, Colton let go of Jasmine’s hand before looking up to Miss Parker. “Um…I feel like I have to start calling you when I drop her off in the mornings.”Jasmine had already run off to put her things away and Colton could only stare at Millie, concern in his eyes. “You uh…you alright?”

Millie hadn’t expected Colton to be near by when she had spouted off about one of the kids. Lately, they had been driving her crazier than usual. To say becoming an elementary school teacher had been her dream was a complete lie. It was just something she had kind of fallen into to please her parents when she was younger. Now, here she was, lonely most days except for the multitude of wine bottles that kept her company at home, “No, you don’t have to call...I mean, unless you want to...” She paused for a moment before shrugging the idea off, “And yeah. curious little Suzy over there having a laugh at her old maid of a teacher’s expense.” She forced a rather overbearing grin at the child, before turning her attention back on Colton, “You know, if more kids could be like your little sister, the world would be a much better place.” Millie grabbed a marker off of her desk and started writing the day’s first lesson on the board.

[millicentparker]

“If one more prepubescent child points out another line on my face, I’m going to scream. Why yes, Suzy...I am older than your Mommy. And guess what? One day she’ll be as old as me and so.will.you. And people ask me why I drink...”

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[millicentparker]

Flowers. Flowers. She needed flowers. Something pretty, but not morbid. Morbid was too...overrated at a funeral. But colorful would be too lively? Geeze, she sucked at this. Funerals weren’t Millie’s thing, but she had promised her parents she would make an appearance. She just needed something to show her sympathy first. Of course the best place in town for flowers had been at Willow’s Flower Shop; the woman Millie swore she would never touch with a ten foot pole.

She had seen the woman’s judgey blue eyes staring her down from across the Walmart produce section as she flicked the watermelons and squeezed the peaches looking for the right purchase. At least Millie hadn’t been shoving her nasty ass, fake nail into the fruit to see if it was juicy, like most people did. But that was besides the point. Today was about her dead aunt, and she needed flowers.

“Okay, Millie...she’s not Satan’s mistress here to take your soul...she just sells flowers...” It was low enough not to be audible, but it didn’t help her nerves that Willow was nearby. Sucking up her pride, she slowly advanced on the woman and cleared her throat, “Ahem...hey there...Willow, right? Um, I’m looking for some flowers for a, uh, funeral...Just something nice. Not bright and flashy, like ‘oh my funeral flowers are better than your funeral flowers’ just...something to show that I care...” Was this awkward? Hell yeah! And would Millie treat herself to an ice cream after this for adulting, like, so hard? Can I get another hell yeah?!

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