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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Ineffable (adj.) utterly indescribable; too sacred to speak of
Thirty-three ♡︎♡︎♡︎ Arabella
Tilting my head I lean it against my hand, my elbow probed up on the table.
Thought entirely and completely consumed by the boy sitting opposite me.
Flints leaning back in his seat, legs spread, arms crossed over his chest, muscles flexing, head tilted to the side as he scowls at the people walking past.
"Quit staring." Flint grumbles, but the ghost of a smile gracing his lips tells me he's nothing other than embarrassed.
"I'm not done yet." I confess, wanting only a few more moments to memorises the map of his face. His head snaps to face mine, still scowling but his ears have now turned pink and it's an entirely new sight to see. Different but still completely mesmerising. Just like the rest of him. "You're really pretty."
More than pretty, but every other word doesn't do him justice. He's handsome but that's too formal. He's hot sure, sexy even, but those are just icky. So pretty will have to do.
"Fuck off." He flips me the middle finger, tries to bury his face in his hands, but I mange to catch a glimpse of his pink cheeks before he's pulling them out of view,
Grinning even though he can't see I pick up a menu, deciding I should probably figure out what I want before a waitress comes over to ask.
I don't know why I decide to look at the menu when I know I'll get what I get every time I come here.
Chips, chicken nuggets and pink lemonade.
"Hi, I'm Demi and I'm going to be your waitress for this evening, what can I get you?" She sends me a small smile, but her feet are facing Flint, her body angled in his direction, and she's staring a little too hard and a little too long, the smiles she's giving him a lot bigger than the one she gave me.
My stomach twists painfully and I shift in my seat awkwardly, suddenly feeling claustrophobic in my own skin. I direct my stare down at my pink shoe laces, sinking in my seat a little as I try to make myself small and invisible.
She's really pretty. Pretty pretty. The type of person you can't tear your eyes away from because you don't want to miss out on their beauty for even a second.
Natural blonde hair, bright blue wide doe eyes, full lips. Her uniform tied tight around her waist to show off the figure I wish I had when I stare at myself in the mirror.
