Millie

"Don't," she warned, pulling away from her friend's infuriatingly gentle touch. "Please, don't."

Her friend stared, eyes swimming and obscured in....hurt? Or maybe sympathy. Sara had always been a rather empathetic person, bringing her little flower crowns and rocks when they were kids whenever Mia did so much as frown.

But they weren't kids anymore.

Mia didn't, couldn't, rely on her friend to take care of her anymore.

She wrapped her arms around herself in a half-hearted defense against the other's compassion.

"Why not?" Sara questioned, grabbing her hand again. "Because you think you don't deserve kindness? You don't think it hurts me when I see you struggling like this?"

Mia startled back, trying to pull her hand free, but Sara's grip was unyielding. She didn't want to hear it, or maybe, didn't want Sara to hear her. It was pathetic, knowing she'd be forced to admit that she didn't know what she was doing. That she didn't know how to take care of herself. She should be able to do these things, know these things, without someone helping her.

"Because it does," Sara said, unrelenting. The words were like a slap in the face.

Mia's head hung. She didn't want to admit she needed help while standing in the mess she called an apartment, hair unbrushed and eyes tired. But it seemed Sara had come to her own conclusion already.

"When's the last time you slept? Don't lie to me."

Mia's thoughts lagged as she tried to think of an answer.

Sara didn't wait for her, instead pulling her along by the hand to her room. They got to the bed and before Mia could even protest she'd somehow gotten herself situated with her head in the other girl's lap.

Her limbs instinvely tensed. She tried to get up, but a firm hand rested on the side of her neck and another on her waist, keeping her in place.

"You're going to sleep. Really sleep. When you wake up we can talk about why you think you don't deserve my help."

Mia's eyes burned, but not from embrassement. They burned the way they always did when Sara stayed with her, despite Mia's stubbornness. They burned for all the times Sara had loved her more than she had loved herself.

She should protest, tell Sara she was an adult now and could handle this, handle all the worries that kept her up at night.

"Thank you," she whispered instead.

Have you read the kingdom keepers ???

As long as you credit, go for it :)

Vampire Bestie- Part 1

Sitting in history class was harder than one might think. Oh sure you got to learn little things like war and how to know if your government is failing. But you also had to take way too many notes.

Normally I would not be that person that asks others for help. But it was senior year, my motivation was out its all time low, and I just wanted to get an A on this test and be done with it.

What I'm trying to say is, I never planned on befriending the most aloof guy in class. He was a little too "teenage angst is good for the soul" for me. Always wearing long shirts and pants when we lived in the middle of the South and never talking to anyone for more than a few minutes.

But I knew for a fact he'd been the one person that never got below a 95 on any history test. That's how I found myself standing in front of his desk and trying to not saying something I'd regret.

Before I even got the chance to speak he asked, "Can I help you?"

I stopped myself from making a face. "Yes actually. I need someone to study with. If I don't get above a 90 on this test I'll fail the class."

"Then find someone to study with."

"I did," I looked pointedly at him.

His smooth features wrinkled into a scowl, "Absolutely not. I'm sure there are plenty of other people that want to help you. So go find one."

A spectacular idea popped in my head. I smiled slowly, "You know," I stated innocently, "I overheard Ms.Garrison saying she was worried about your lack of socializing. She was planning to call you into her office soon to talk about making friends with you."

His face paled at the mention of her name. Everyone knew the guidance counselor loved her job with a passion. In fact she was so passionate she had no problem pulling students out of class for long-winded lectured on mental health.

"Of course," I said quickly. Eager to take advantage of the displeasure he was showing. "If she saw us hanging out together now and then to study she might change her mind."

His eyes flashed with an emotion I couldn't pinpoint. "You're smarter than you look."

"And you're just about as much of a jerk as you look," I threw right back, grinning. I had won after all.

"Fine. Meet me in the courtyard after school," he sighed.

I nodded eagerly.

"You shouldn't do that," she said gently. Her voice held no hint of judgement. It was softer, like she was worried any inflection might break the atmosphere between them.

The girl tore her eyes away from the mirror, letting herself fall victim to the other's gaze. "Do what?"

"Look at yourself as if you're anything other than beautiful."

She felt her cheeks warm, the blood ringing in her ears. She wanted to turn her eyes away, to pretend the other's words meant nothing to her. But she couldn't. She didn't stand a fighting chance against her.

She wanted to deny the statement. "You shouldn't say things like that," she said instead.

The girls lips curved up in an amused smile. "Say what?" She spoke as if she understood the power her words held. Maybe she did.

"Say things that will make me fall in love with you."

The confession was unintentional.

She stepped back, her eyes widening as her mind registered what she had just admitted to.

But her friend wouldn't let her.

She was caught by the arm, held firm with an impossible gentleness.

Her friend stepped closer. A hand was placed under her chin, titling her head up.

Character A: Look C, I found a cat!

*holding person B up like a cat*

Person C: Aww they look so cute!

Person B : If you don't put me down in the next five seconds you will all die.

Character A: Am I actually hilarious or do I just think I am?

Character B: you just th-

Character A: ...

Character A: ...

Character A: Am I actually hilarious or do I just think I am?

A sat on the edge of the couch, staring thoughtfully down at their sleeping friend.

The one thing character A enjoyed the most was how tired B was in the morning. Too sleepy to fend off any of their insults.

"Good morning," character B greeted groggily. Blinking the sleep out of their eyes.

"You look like you just woke up from a coma," A commented. That shit eating smile plastered on their face that B hated.

Seeing as A was already about to fall off, B did them a favor and pushed them all the way off the couch.

A landed in a jumbled heap on the floor.

"Whoops. Didn't see you there," B yawned. They closed their eyes, falling right back into a peaceful sleep.

-based off my story Checkmate ! Check it out on Archive or Wattpad. My username for both is millieloveshorses

Person A: My love language is challenging people to fight me.

Person B: Is that why you yelled "I'll eat your kneecaps" and then ran away the other day?

Person A: ...

Person A: I don't have to explain myself to you.

"That's it. I'm adopting you."

The younger had to do a double take. "You're doing what now?"

"Adopting you. You clearly can't take care of yourself."

"I just tried to mug you! You've got to be kidding me!"

The older gave them a rather bland look. "Yes and you did a rather poor job of it too. Come, I'll make sure you don't have to resort to such measures again."

The older began to walk again. Confident the younger would follow.

It was arrogant. Ridiculous. Completely insulting.

Did they have no sense?

And yet, it seemed the younger had no sense either. They'd been alone for so long now, all they wanted was someone else to care about them. It seemed like fate.

There was no way they could go with the older, not without losing all dignity. They turned away, listening to the fading footsteps.

It was only after they were sure nobody was watching that they ran after them.

"I want to be the kind of person who takes risks. Go out to eat at 1 am. Go on a spontaneous road trip. Anything," they sighed. Desperation hitting them as they spoke the words out loud.

"Why don't you then?"

"I can't. I can't stop living in my head. It's like no matter what I do, who I'm with, I can never just...be me. It all feels like a performance."

And as the words left their mouth they knew it was the only truthful thing they had left to say.

They looked down to the cat with mild disgust. The creature had been following them home for the past five blocks and it was starting to get really annoying.

"Go back to your own home," they tried to reason. Waving their arms at the purring thing did next to nothing.

The cat merely began to weave in between their legs affectionately, tail held high in the air.

"Listen. It's been a long day. My boss is a real jerk and I just want to go home and forget this day even hap-"

"Are you trying to reason with a cat?"

They startled around to see an unnervingly familiar stranger laughing at them.

"No! Of course not," they denied. Hating the way their cheeks flushed bright red.

The stranger laughed good naturedly. "Right. Well thanks for keeping her company. Princess loves making friends." They scooped said cat into their arms.

They forced a smile on their face and nodded, turning away as quickly as they could without seeming totally rude. Muttering about naming a cat princess under their breath.

It was only after the fact they realized they had just talked to the most dangerous person in the city.

"What day did the French Revolution end?" They asked, turning over their shoulder to look at their friend.

The two had bonded quickly over their shared hatred of history class. However only one of them had a valid excuse why, as the other soon discovered.

"How am I supposed to know?"

"Dude. You're like a million years old. How would you not know that?"

The vampire sent them a bland look. "First of all. It's incredibly rude to guess my age. Have some respect when you're talk to me."

The human looked less than impressed. They flipped through the pages of a beat up textbook, muttering under their breath, "Bite me."

They recognized their mistake as a low chuckle sounded from across the room.

"Shit! Wait no-"

"God. You're so beautiful."

The other let their eyes fall to their hands. Tears pricked at their eyes as they tried to believe the words. "No I'm not. I can't even-"

Their face was caught in a firm grip. Even when they startled back the hands seemed to follow them.

"You. Are. Beautiful. And I'll keep telling you every day until you believe me."

The words were firm. There would be no negotiation.

All they could do was nod helplessly. Desperate to believe the words being fed to them.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Because I believe you're worth saving."

And somehow that was enough for them to start believing too.

If you like my little prompts most of them are from/inspired from my fanfics. Find me on Wattpad @millieloveshorses

Yes the username is from before I start actually using the account. No I don't know how to change it :(

On the subject of changing things, if anyone knows how to turn replies on and would like to shoot me a message on how I will love you forever. I may be a high schooler but that doesn't mean I know how to use any kind of technology.

"Hey you can't be mean to me! I'm 5'5!"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I've got short people rights! Don't we go though enough already?"

-Quote from one of my stories I haven't released yet. Feel free to use is as a prompt.