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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Illecebrous (adj.) alluring, attractive, enticing
Nine ♡♡♡ Arabella
I pause at the entrance to my bedroom, watching as Flint scrolls aimlessly on his phone. Tv still paused.
"You waited for me." Flint turns his head to face me, narrows his eyes a little, shrugs like it's no big deal. And maybe it isn't. And maybe it wouldn't be if it weren't for the fact that no one's ever waited for me before.
Smiling at him I hurry to get back into bed. Not wanting him to have to wait longer than he already has.
Flint throws his phone somewhere on the bed, unpauses the tv.
The show starts to play, he instantly gets sucked back in and I'm left sitting and wondering why he's here. And who he fought with. And if this means we're friends. And how he looks so effortlessly pretty.
My head turns and I stare shamelessly at the boy laying next to me. He pretends not to notice but the subtle movement of his tongue pocking his cheek tells me otherwise. "Flint?"
"Watch the tv Arabella."
I smile at his side profile. I think that's the first time he's said my name. I'm honestly a little surprised he knows it. "Who'd you fight with?"
Flint tense slightly, rolls his eyes and turns his head to face me. Thoroughly annoyed. He answers anyways. "Nobody important."
"Can I ask why you fought?" I whisper. The darkness of the night making it easier to ask questions I wouldn't have the courage to ask in the day.
Flint whispers back, despite it only being us in the apartment. "No."
My shoulders shrug and I give him a little smile. "I'm asking anyways."
He rolls his eyes again, tilts his head to face the ceiling. "It's not important."
"It's important to me."
"Why'd you even care?" Flint tilts his head to face me again, jaw clenched to tight. But something passes over his features that makes him seem rather soft and vulnerable. "Because you're my friend."
He opens his mouth, looks as though he's going to answer, thinks better of it and says, "Watch the tv."
♡♡︎♡︎
I feel like people are staring.
I stand next to my car, waiting for Flint to get out of the passenger seat.
