#nullings

Following your friend Jake into the loop

Crouching in the bushes thinking no one could see you

Until a voice behind you gives you away to the rest of the group

And you don't like each other at first

But then one day you stumble upon a room full of books

And it turns out to be Millard's room

Spending all night talking about your favorite books

And the past and the future, growing closer minute by minute

Millard walking you back to the loop's entrance

Part 2

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“Mill, here’s your book thing, it’s really good.” You looked up from the book as you entered his room and your eyes set upon a towel hanging in midair.

Suddenly, he grabbed the towel around his neck and wrapped it around his waist. “W-What’re you doing here!” He scolded. “I was bathing!” He used one hand to try and shove you out while his other one was keeping the towel up. “So…?” You asked.

“So I’m naked!” He screamed, feeling his cheeks burn.

“And your point being?”

“I’m naked! H-How would y-you like it if I ran into your room while y-you were n-n-naked!” He said.

You looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “Um, I don’t know. That’s different because you can see me.” You said, gesturing to your body. He felt his cheeks redden at the thought of catching you in the nude.

“J-J-Just get out!” He screamed, opening the door and trying to push you out. “Wait, what about you’re book?” You asked while the doorway was still open. “Keep it!” He screamed, slamming it closed.

You examined the book. ‘No way.’ You thought in disbelief. Regardless of what he said, you were giving it back anyways. He’d be lost without his precious Map Of Days. Literally.

You leaned by the door, waiting for him to come out so you could return it. After a handful of minutes, the door swung open with Millard walking out, fully clothed with a sweater vest, white long sleeves and some kind of church pants.

“Give me that!” He said, grabbing the book from your hands.

“Wow Mill, looking real… clothed this time.” You said, chuckling a bit.

“Of course! Polite persons don’t go running around in the nude!” He said, trying to quote Miss Peregrine.

“Don’t you always go in the nude? Isn’t that kind of your thing?”

“Oh most certainly not!”

“Oh stop messing around, we can’t prank Enoch if he can see you. Go back and take those things off.”

Info: Your peculiarity is night vision. Pre-Jacob, post-Abe. You were abandoned at the shore of an island after your mother had discovered your ability at three years old. From there you were homeless, but friends with everyone in town. The people at the bar let you sleep in the second floor, the fisherman would give you a fish or two once in a while.

Also, I'll be taking a song from Adventure Time.

3rd Person

It was another afternoon, the sun was just starting to set. Y/N had been by the beach, watching as the sun disappeared into the horizon. As the warm and radiant colors slowly started to fade, she was humming to herself, a short little tune her mother used to sing her before her peculiarity had set in.

"That's a lovely song," a sudden voice interrupted. "What is it?"

Caught by surprise, she turned her head to the side, finding no one. "I'm over here." It says again, coming from the other direction.

She let out a breath of relief. "Oh, it's just you, Millard." She said. "Sorry, I'm not used to your invisibility. Or you, in general."

In all honesty, you were a bit surprised. He never usually talked with you. Every time you tried, he would either leave or pretend he wasn't even there.

He chuckled. "You don't really have to apologize, I'm the one that's frightened you." He said, taking a seat by her side. "But really, may I know what that harmonious tune you were humming earlier?"

She smiled. "It was an old lullaby my mother used to sing. Before she'd abandoned me..." She said, a frown slowly creeping on her face as she looked at the waves.

"Hey there, don't fret." He said, wrapping an arm around her as a form of comfort. He opened his mouth to say another thing, but he hadn't thought of anything to say.

She sighed, staring at the waters. "Sorry, I... didn't mean to make it awkward..."

"No, no, it's okay." He said, hoping he was saying all the right things. Or none of the wrong ones, at least. "Now, why don't you tell me about that song?"

She turned to him, giving him a sad smile. "It's called Everything Stays."

He smiled. "Well go on! Give me a little sample." He chuckled.

She smiled, singing him the minute-long song. Afterwards, he clapped. "Wow, I wouldn't be surprised if your peculiarity was singing so good," he joked, to which she chuckled in response. "So, Y/N, why do you come here everyday? What's so special?" He asked.

'Oh shoot!' He thought. 'Great, now she thinks I follow her everyday!'

"I-I don't follow you everyday or anything like that, I just see you once in a while, that's all!" He stuttered, in an attempt to make it better. 'Oh good, way to make it worse.' He thought, hitting his face that was burning from blushing with his free hand. One of the perks of being invisible was she couldn't see that.

She stared at him, confused and a bit amused. She didn't think he followed her at all. With a few giggles, she said, "Well, this is where my mother left me, all those years ago." She looked down at the sand, grabbing it, watching as the little grains fell from her fingers. "She's... probably gone by now but... I still think of her."

He looked at her, watching as her (Hair Color) hair cascaded in the wind. She was beautiful. "I'm... sorry..." He said, trailing off as he stared.

She gave a low chuckle, facing him. "You really shouldn't be." She said, standing up and dusting herself off. "Now we really should go, the Bird will scold us if we're late to supper."

He grabbed the hand she offered him and they started walking back together. It was already getting dark, her vision getting much clearer.

"Millard," she called as they walked.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Why do you always avoid me?" She asked, nonchalantly. "I mean, I know I'm pretty weird but... I'm just wondering."

"A-Avoid you?" He asked, a bit surprised. "No, I don't avoid you at all!"

"I mean, it's just that... In my entire stay here--which has been quite long, mind you--this might've been my longest conversation with you."

He scratched the back of his head, feeling his cheeks burn. "I-It's not that I'm avoiding you, it's just that..."

"It's just that...?"

"I... I think you wouldn't be interested in me..." He said.

"Interested in you?"

"I-In talking to me, I meant." He corrected. Of course she wouldn't be interested in guys like him. She probably liked much more handsome guys, much more visible guys.

"Yes, but why wouldn't I be interested in conversing with you, Millard? Everyone here says you're such a great guy."

"Really?"

"Okay, well not everyone. But everyone I asked did."

"You... You asked about me?"

She smiled. "Of course! If I couldn't get to know you personally, I'd like to hear what everyone else thinks."

He grinned. "W-Wow, that's quite flattering." He said. "Everyone I asked says you're pretty yourself, Y/N."

"What? I'm pretty?"

"I m-meant pretty great!" He stuttered, hitting himself again.

After a handful of minutes, they arrived. "Thanks for keeping me company this time, Millard." She smiled.

Millard: *annoyed and tired* for the hundredth time, yes

Me: ok but you're wearing invisible clothes, right??