Roommates (A Conan Gray x Fem OC)

millie's pov

it was late morning, just before lunchtime, and the streets had that sleepy, mid-morning calm that always felt like a small slice of magic. the sun was soft and golden, filtering through the leaves of the trees lining the sidewalk. conan stood outside the door, waiting for me, his curly hair catching the sunlight and looking so perfect it almost didn't seem real. he was wearing the oversized sweater i got him the night before, the shade of blue making his dark eyes stand out. he looked up when i stepped out, and his smile lit up his entire face, slow and genuine, like i was the only thing he wanted to see.

"you ready?" he asked, tilting his head slightly as his curls bounced with the movement.

"yep," i said, grinning back. "are you sure you want to walk? the cinema's not that close."

he shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets. "i like walking. it gives us more time together."

i couldn't help but roll my eyes, even though my chest felt warm at his words. "you're such a romantic," i teased, stepping closer to him. "but fine, let's walk."

as we started down the sidewalk, he reached for my hand, his fingers threading through mine in a way that felt natural, like they were meant to be there. his hand was warm and slightly calloused, and i couldn't stop myself from looking up at him. he was taller than me—not by much, but enough that i had to tilt my head slightly to meet his gaze. he caught me staring and raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a playful smile.

"what?" he asked, his voice soft and teasing.

"nothing," i said quickly, though i could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. "you're just... really pretty."

his laugh was quiet, the kind of laugh that made you feel like you'd just told the best joke in the world. "pretty, huh?" he said, looking down at me with a playful glint in his eyes. "i'll take it."

we walked past a small bakery, the smell of fresh bread wafting out onto the street. it made my stomach growl, and he turned to me with a grin. "you hungry?"

"a little," i admitted. "but we'll get popcorn at the cinema, right?"

"obviously," he said, his tone mock-serious. "what's a movie date without popcorn?"

"and candy (weird americans) ((it's LOLLIES))," i added, nudging him with my shoulder. "and maybe a soda."

he laughed, his curls bouncing as he shook his head. "you're already planning the entire snack lineup, huh?"

"obviously," i echoed, grinning at him. "you're not the only one who can take snacks seriously."

we walked in comfortable silence for a while, the sounds of the city fading into the background. every so often, his thumb would brush over the back of my hand, a small, absent-minded gesture that made my heart flutter every time. i kept sneaking glances at him, at the way the sunlight lit up his hair, the way his sweater hung just perfectly on his frame, the way his lips curved slightly even when he wasn't smiling. he was beautiful in a way that felt effortless, like he didn't even realize how captivating he was.

"you know what i've been thinking about?" i asked, breaking the silence.

he looked down at me, his dark eyes curious. "what?"

"that time we tried baking cookies together," i said, laughing at the memory. "you were so confident, and then you forgot to add sugar."

he groaned, covering his face with his free hand. "please don't remind me. i still can't believe i messed that up."

"but they turned out okay in the end," i said, grinning up at him. "you made that icing to cover up the mistake, remember?"

"hey, that icing was a masterpiece," he said, pointing at me with mock indignation. 

i laughed, and he laughed too, the sound warm and infectious.

when we reached the cinema, the marquee lights glowed softly against the pale blue sky. conan held the door open for me, and as i walked in, i glanced back at him. "thank you, sir," i said, giving him a mock curtsy.

"always a pleasure, ma'am," he said, bowing slightly with a playful grin.

inside, the smell of popcorn and butter filled the air, and the sound of murmured conversations buzzed around us. conan led me to the counter, still holding my hand, and insisted on paying for everything despite my protests.

"but it's my turn," i said, trying to grab my wallet.

he shook his head, his expression soft but firm. "let me do this, okay? you can get the snacks next time."

i sighed, but i couldn't help smiling. "fine. but i'm getting the biggest popcorn they have."

he laughed, and when he smiled at me like that, all soft and genuine, it felt like the rest of the world disappeared.

we picked out our snacks—a large popcorn, a pack of gummies for me, some chocolate for him, and a soda to share. as we walked into the theater, the lights were dim, and the previews were already starting. we found our seats near the back, and as we settled in, he draped his arm over my shoulders, pulling me closer.

"is this okay?" he asked quietly, glancing down at me.

"more than okay," i said, leaning into him.

the movie started, and for a while, we just sat there, wrapped up in each other. i rested my head on his shoulder, and he tilted his head slightly to rest against mine. his sweater was soft against my cheek, and his hand found mine again, our fingers intertwining.

"are you enjoying it so far?" he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

"mhm," i murmured, turning my head slightly to look at him. "but you're kind of distracting me."

"in a bad way?" he asked, his voice teasing.

"definitely not," i said, grinning.

he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, and i felt my heart skip a beat.

as the movie went on, we kept stealing little moments—a quick kiss, a whispered comment about the plot, a quiet laugh shared between just the two of us. at one point, i leaned up to kiss him, and he smiled against my lips, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. it was soft and sweet and perfect, like everything else about him.

by the time the credits started rolling, i felt like i was floating. he looked down at me, his eyes warm and full of something i couldn't quite put into words.

"was that good?" he asked, his voice soft.

"really good," i said, smiling up at him. "but i think the company made it better."

he chuckled, shaking his head. "you're impossible."

"and you love it," i said, grinning as i stood up.

as we walked out of the theater, the sunlight was brighter, the day warmer than it had been when we arrived. he reached for my hand again, and i let him, our fingers lacing together naturally.

"hungry?" he asked, glancing down at me.

"always," i said, laughing. "you should know that by now."

"come on," he said, tugging me gently down the street. "lunch is on me."

i pretended to groan. "you're going to spoil me."

"is that a bad thing?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

i looked up at him, at the way his curls framed his face, at the way his eyes sparkled when he smiled. and i realized, for the hundredth time, just how lucky i was to have him.

"no," i said softly, squeezing his hand. "not at all."