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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 〖 fuck you, you've ruined my day 〗
✧.*
FUNNY ENOUGH, Belle didn't feel too rough when she had awoken the next day, it was only when she began to move did the pain slip into the contentment's place and completely disregard any peace.
Immediately she winced as she attempted to sit up and free herself from the hefty weight of the duvet covers, nursing her forehead to aid to some of the pain before subjecting herself to multiple rounds of painkillers throughout the morning.
Drinking on a school night was never considered a good idea unless you're in the present moment, and now the female was paying the price for her previous intoxication whilst preparing for a full day at school. Every minimal movement felt like a chore as her sluggish body dragged around the house, weighing around sixty pounds heavier with stones for a head, feet and hands.
All Isabelle could muster up to do with her appearance was a light coat of mascara and a half hearted ponytail, not even bothering to brush through her locks properly as she only raked her feeble fingers through them instead. There wasn't much pride left within as all of the past choices felt like a serve punishment in the present, even when looking in the mirror it reflected back something looking quite similar to a body dragged straight out of the morgue.
And she had to laugh, because all of the people whom would encounter such a sight in the halls and classes today actually had Belle's sympathy. Which isn't something she dished out frequently, so it was evident that her appearance was awfully shocking.
Just as she was about to round the corner back into her bedroom, another body, which was much smaller in comparison to Belle, crashed into her unexpectedly. Every limb she consisted of ached from the impact and her head twinged with pain, adding on additional suffering with the already existing migraine.
Looking down, Dustin was laying flat on his back as he tumbled to the ground from the force off the connection, scrambling around like he was in a rush of some kind.
Belle groaned audibly whilst holding her forehead again, hating the sensation that the rhythm of thumping provided as it doubled in pace from the crash. Her brother looked up to view the female and scanned over her appearance, a small chuckle vibrating from his throat.
"You're not looking too good today Belly"
A scowl took its place before pulling her hands down her features, dragging them out with no regards towards the freshly applied mascara. "Dude it's literally seven thirty am, why are you running around like a lunatic"
