nyc•to•phil•ia | nik-tō-fil'ē-a
- love of darkness or night;finding relaxation or comfort in darkness.
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"Tell me Celeste," he began as he walked back and forth in front of me.
"Have you ever heard of nyctophilia?"
I slowly...
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Celeste's POV I frowned at myself as my eyes ran over my outfit. I hated it. It wasn't necessarily bad, just not my style. I had on some blue skinny jeans (without rips!) and a basic oversized t shirt, with no makeup (and no black!). But it was my first day at school and I had to look normal, I want to fit in.
Usually I'd just wear whatever I liked, no matter how out there it was. I liked looking different. But the people at my old school proved people don't like different...
A knock on my door brought me out of thoughts. "Come in!" I shouted to whoever was at my door.
The door opened and Ambrose stepped in as he started his rambling "Celeste we leave in an hour, and I know how long it takes you to get ready, especially with it being your first day..." he trailed off as his eyes scanned my body.
"You're ready." He spoke slowly, almost cautiously.
I frowned at his reaction. Did I still look too weird?
"Yeah...d-do I look too weird still?" I whispered as I moved my gaze from my brother to the floor.
His brows furrowed as he quickly shook his head. "No no no princess, you don't dress weird. I was just shocked to see you dressed so..." he trailed off as he was thinking of a word and looked to the floor.
"Normal?" I suggested.
He looked at me and sighed. "Celeste, I know how people were at your old school and I'm so angry that I wasn't there to protect you," he said as he clenched his fist. "But things are going to be different now that we're in California."
He took my hands in his and gave me a reassuring smile. "I promise. Your gonna meet a shit load of people who dress just like you and like the same stuff you do."
I gasped as I heard him curse "language, Ambrose!" I scolded him.
He just rolled his eyes then continued to talk. "And even if you do meet anyone who's got shi-crap to say to you, I'll be here for you this time, now that we're at the same school"
I smiled as he reminded me that he would be here with me.
"Promise?" I ask as I hold out my pinky.
He shook his head with a slight laugh then wrapped his big pinky finger around my smaller one. "Promise"
"A-and could you sit with me at lunch?" I asked shyly as I looked up at him.
He smiled down and nodded his head, "of course my little demon, now go get ready! Put on the coolest outfit you can find and I'll be downstairs waiting for you."
I giggled at him then pulled him into a hug.
"You're the best big brother in world, I don't know what I'd do without you." I mumbled into his chest.
"Hey! don't be getting soft on me, Satan's spawn."
I playfully whacked him on the chest as he let out a low rumble of laughter. "Get out." I sternly said as I pointed to the door.
