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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Absquatulate (v.) to leave without saying goodbye
Fifty ♡︎♡︎♡︎ Arabella
I'm sorry-Flint ♥︎
My fist bangs continuously on the door. My pounds growing angrier with every second that passes with nobody opening the door.
Eventually I start to kick the bottom. Accidentally kicking a fuming Blu when he swings the door open.
"What?" Blu shouts, rubbing at his eyes.
And maybe I should feel a little bad that I'm banging on his front door at 8 in the morning. But I don't.
"Where's Flint?" I question impatiently. Tilting my head around him to try and spot my boyfriend.
My boyfriend who though it was okay to disappear in the middle of the night, leaving nothing behind expect a stupid little note that he was sorry.
Fuck his sorry.
"How the fuck should I know?" Blu exclaims, throws his hands up at his side. I ignore him, not finding the answer I was looking for.
Ducking under his arm I enter the house, my eyes scanning the space, trying and failing to spot Flint. To my utter relief I'm unable to spot his dad either.
"Flint." I shout, twirling in my spot like that'll somehow make him appear. "I know you're here."
"He's not here." Blu lies, doesn't seem to know that Flints appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Then who the fuck is that?" I point my finger over his shoulder at an angry looking Flint.
Blu swivels around, opens his mouth to say something stupid but Flints beating him to the punch. "I told you not to open the door."
Blu rolls his eyes, mutter somethings under his breath, disappears down the basement stairs. Leaving me and Flint alone.
"What are you doing here?" He questions from the top of the stairs.
Narrowing my eyes I throw the question back at him. "No, what are you doing here?"
"It's where I live, incase you forgot." Flint tells me, crossing his arms over his chest. Hard and rough looking and not at all like the Flint I've gotten used to.
"My bad, I seem to remember it as the place you get beat." I snap. My insides hard and rough. Mind running wild and heart beating fast.
