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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4 weeks later...
Celeste's POV It's been about a month since we moved to California, and life was great.
I forgave my dad and Ambrose after a couple of days. They agreed to back off a little bit and give me more freedom.
I used this new found freedom to hang out with Antonia and Carter pretty much every weekend.
I was also still very much obsessed with Asher. The more time we spent together, the harder it was to be away from him. We would see each other nearly everyday, and if not, we would talk on the phone for hours.
Well, I'd talk whilst he asked questions and listened. I feel like he know knew everything about me, yet I know so little about him.
I know he can get really angry easily, and lash out. But he always apologised and seemed quite sincere about it, so it didn't really bother me. I still couldn't tell how he felt about me though.
"Celeste?" Carter called out to me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I looked over to him and saw he was wearing a few of my bucket hats, stacked on his head.
I giggled a bit then replied to him. "Yes, Carter?"
"I said, what do you wanna do for your birthday? It's nearly a week away." He said then walked back into my closet.
I pursued my lips together as I thought. Guess I haven't really considered what I wanted to do.
I shrugged then fell back onto my bed with a sigh. "I don't know..."
"Well I think you should have a huge house party." Antonia beamed as she wiggles her eyebrows.
"My dad and Ambrose would never let me, and I've- I've never been to a party before." I mumbled shyly.
"What!" She screamed as she pulled my chair away from my desk and closer to my bed.
"How have you never been to a party." Carter asked with a confused look on his face.
I shrugged again as I played with my hands. "I've just never been invited to one."
"Well I think it's about time we changed that, there's a party tomorrow night and your coming." She demanded as she held my hands in hers with a smile.
"I-I can't..."
"Oh come on! Your dads away all weekend and I'm sure Ambrose will let you go."
