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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Lucent (adj.) softly bright or radiant
Thirty-eight ♡︎♡︎♡︎ Flint
Bells runs her fingers along my palm, not at all focusing on the game going on in front of us. Her attention solely on me, and the skin contact between us.
Squeezing her waist I pull her a little more into my side, kiss the side of her head.
She grins up at me, a wobbly sort of grin that tells me she's a had a little to much to drink. Not enough to affect her choices but enough to have her a little more carefree.
For the first time since I sat down she brings her eye forward, to the game only to wince when the bottle lands on a guy and a girl on opposite sides of the makeshift circle.
"Awkward." Bells mumbles. Smiling I dip my head a little to whisper into her ear. "Yeah? Why's that?" I question, not that I care but because I want to talk to her. Hear her voice.
I watch as she leans up, placing her hand around my ear to whisper to me. "They're ex's." She explains, grinning as she pulls away.
My eyes flicker up to the people in front of us, just in time to find them pulling away. The guy with a small smile on his face as he touches his lips with his fingers tips and the girl with a scowl as she ignores her giggling friends.
The bottle is spun again and it lands on the guy a few people over from us, I recognise him as the captain of the football team.
Bells smiles, leans up to whisper in my ear again, to tell me another secrets, another bit of gossip I couldn't care less about.
This time her words go in one ear and out the other. My body rigid, muscles tense as the bottle is spun again. This time landing on the red haired girl in my arms.
Arabella doesn't seem to notice all eyes are on her and I take the opportunity to fix the problem. "Spin it again." I snap. Glaring at the guy who's in charge of the bottle.
Bella pulls away, her attention drifting back to the game as she spots the bottle pointed in her direction. "What? Oh."
Her cheeks flush and she eyes the football guy wearily. Then she's looking towards Harley who's grinning and nodding her head.
Finally she glances at me before going back to the game. "No, it's okay, I'll do it."
Harley whoops from the side. My insides freeze over. Become nothing other than damaged tissue and piles of burning flesh. Like fuck is she going to kiss a guy that isn't me. Especially not right in fucking front of me.
I wait until she's on her feet before grabbing at her wrist, pulling her back down, this time into my lap. My arms wrapping around her waist to hold her down, still against me. "No."
