"Just… stop talking." 💋 // millie x britty pq elas namoram agora neh
it takes a lot to actually say what you mean to say, at least for the people who try to say only what matters. you can go days without uttering a word and looking back, millie thinks she mastered that when she was a part of a popular girl group. she wasn't in any way cast aside or unworthy of attention, it was just part of her personality to watch and absorve as much as possible instead of uttering words about something she didn't fully comprehend or made part of. millie wasn't particularly quiet, she remembered laughing a lot and saying a lot with her eyes and actions, somehow that was enough, that was quite the bond the five of them had built to be able to understand each other without much work. in spite of that there was still a lot of argument but millie was never in the center of any of those and for that she was thankful, she loved to watch it unfold and provide funny anecdotes and wise comments afterwards to ease the tension. it was as if everyone had a role, sometimes they were reversed, sometimes they divided to conquer but most of all they worked as a team and it made sense. but when you are performing for a role for so long, you do often forget how to go on your own. how to be multifaceted and not only play the role, but be that.
it's a matter of identity that you have to figure out alone, some people along the way might help but eventually that's something you gotta do it yourself. she will use this excuse to live carelessly through life now, to date whomever she wants, whenever she needs to, go any place she wants and do whatever she must do, as much as to talk as much as she feels like it. life is her stage, there is no preparation, only a lot of craving for anything that's possible and real. if there is one person she gets it now it's her brother, he was right all along. we truly aren't taking anything with us from this life, except maybe how glad we are to have been able to love and be loved back. when he said that, the gust of wind that passed her by made her whole body shiver even though the sun was still shinning above them, it was a strong reminder from someone who fights for the right to live to not waste her time. the fact that he was given a death date suddenly made him weirdly wise and an even worse pain in the ass, she shoved him and tried to pretend like she wasn't about to cry.
in that moment millie had the same wish as she did right about now, to be able to stop it and relieve it forever. she was about to say it to britty, how much she didn't want to stop talking because talking meant she found things interesting enough to be said and that was her whole pickup line. girls felt head over heels when millie mentioned that whole philosophy. it was the truth, she wouldn't have imagined how attractive that must have felt as she said it all out loud in drunk at midnight in a bar with a cute japanese girl she met. before she could give her grand finale, britty smiled, leaned in and told her to stop talking and like the damn obedient girl she was, she did as told so. it wasn't a surprise that her lips felt electric, a whole tingling sensation shot right through her mouth and traveled her whole body in anticipation and desire. her hands jumped to britty's waist, holding her as close as possible as her lips moved together in rhythm, trying to figure out how to exist in the same place together for as long as possible.
there was every words in those kisses, every reasons life was worth living and right then and there the argument was closed. it was decided. there was no fighting, no grunting, no need to yell or rebel, because that's what being loved felt like and what loving back is. meaning, life makes sense in britty's lips.
