Apricity
(n.) the warmth of the sun in winter
She was his apricity, his sun, his light. Something he'd always go back to because of it's comfort.
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"it's just like creepily silent in the house right now. ontop of that i feel like shit--are you even listening to me?" the girl stopped short when she saw nate staring off into the distance. "yeah" nate nodded. "no you're not." brianne said. "i fucking was, brianne, i don't know what to tell you." shrugged nate. "maybe fucking listen." brianne countered making nate abruptly stand up and throw his hands up.
"i just got a lot of shit on my mind, okay?" nate questioned. "doesn't mean you have to lie about it. you could--" brianne was cut off, "just stop fucking talking! that's your fucking problem. you don't know how to shut your fucking mouth." nate spoke. "yeah, and you can't listen to your girlfriend." scoffed the girl. "maybe the reason i can't is because everyone at school is spreading these fucking rumors about me." nate said. "they're not rumors. they're facts. you literally had, like, 40 different guys' dicks in your phone." brianne said. "i told you not to fucking tell anyone." nate exclaimed.
"yeah, well, I told people before you told me not to tell anyone." brianne shrugged. "yeah, but you told them out of fucking context." nate yelled. "really? what is the context?" brianne asked. "i'd tell you, but i don't even fucking trust you anymore." nate spoke. "huh, you can't trust the girl you said you loved not even a fucking hour ago?" brianne scoffed before nate grabbed her face, squeezing it.
"huh? keep talking. come on, keep fucking talking. keep talking. huh?" nate spoke as he violently moved her face around. brianne sucked in a heavy breath, the tears pooling. "yeah, just fucking cry like you always do." nate said, pushing her face as he stood up. brianne just bit her lip, trying to contain herself. "too good to speak? say something! fucking say something!" nate spoke, getting close to her face again.
brianne whimpered, wiping her tears. "pathetic" nate said. "i..i don't mind if you're into guys." brianne spoke. nate cut eyed her. "no one's completly straight, nate." brianne sniffled, wiping her nose after. "brianne, i love you and shit so, respectfully, shut the fuck up before i fuck you up." nate said, leaving for the bathroom. brianne plopped on his bed, the sobs finally coming out.
"stop fucking crying, i can hear you!" nate called from the bathroom. brianne wiped her tears, deciding to leave. before than she grabbed a book, opening it only to find a cd. her curiosity peaked and so, she took it.
entering her house, brianne took the cd, her mac and made a b-line to the bathroom to watch it in privacy. there was jules, sitting on the bed and, to her surprise, cal jacobs, cock out and ready to---
