Heliophilia
(n.) desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight
To be loved is to be changed.
Arabella Dawson
Has never had anybody constant in her life. From parents always being away at work to one shitty friend, she doesn't know how to exist when...
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Solivagant (adj.) rambling or wandering alone
One ♡♡♡ Arabella
"Piss off."
The boy in front of me doesn't so much as glance in my direction. Just continues to stare at a spot in the crowd, ignoring everything and anything.
I only stopped next to him, I haven't even said anything yet.
"Is this your phone?" I hold up the phone I found laying on the bathroom counter upstairs.
I'm not quite sure if it actually is his phone but the lock screen is a picture of him so it's a good enough start.
The boy glances down at me, narrows his eyes, offers a scowl despite the smile I'm giving him. "Fuck off."
I don't take his response to heart. Maybe he just doesn't like parties and feels uncomfortable. Or maybe he doesn't like people. Either way I don't think his rude response is personal.
"The Lock Screen is a picture of you." Holding up the phone again I turn it on. The bright screen lighting up his quite handsome face in the dimly lit living room.
The boy, who I'm finding to be rather rude, snatches the phone out of my hand.
He narrows his green eyes at the screen, clenches his jaw, furrows his brows. Then he's rolling his eyes and tossing me the phone back.
Actually tossing it. It slips through my hand, hits the floor with a thud.
I wince. Bending down to pick it up I'm quite relived to find it's not smashed.
By the time I'm standing back up the boy has pushed his way through the crowd.
Okay then.
Turning around I move towards the kitchen. I'm sure Sienna will know whose phone it is.
Hopefully she hasn't forgotten about me again.
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"Hi."
The boy from the party doesn't turn. Continues to stuff books into his locker. Rather recklessly because the papers bend and scrunch.
My head tilts and I move a little closer to the lockers when a group of people tries to walk past. "I found out whose phone it was."
