Strings of Fate

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I suddenly realise that Bellamy is still talking.

“So we’re okay then?” he questions.

“Yeah Bellamy, we’re okay.” Now that we’ve made up, I’m sort of reluctant to hang up the phone. I’m still not ready to sleep yet.

“Shaun mentioned you tested your dominance. I meant to help you with it earlier but we

really had the chance.” His tone is apologetic, but, as usual, he doesn’t actually apologise.

never

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal.”

“But I was right, you are more dominant. We’ll have to test you against Megan sometime, and me.” He comments. Okay, not good. I don’t want to give him too much evidence about our fates just yet.

“Um, yeah, maybe.” I say casually. A beeping sound comes from the phone.

“I have another call coming through. I’ve been waiting for this call so I really need to get it…” Bellamy trails off. He doesn’t sound like he really wants to hang up.

“It’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight Bellamy.”

“Goodnight Ryann.” The phone clicks as he hangs up. After talking to Bellamy and hashing everything out I have to admit that I feel much more relaxed. Resolving our argument did more for my mood than all the Netflix and cookies I can manage. I guess the first option is actually useful where the last two just leave me feeling a little guilty. I suppose I’ll have to give points to Bellamy for this one. Chalk one up to actually talking things out. Sigh. Now that there is apparently no immediate danger of being attacked in my

has been pretty much melted away, I should probably try and get some sleep. Tomorrow is Megan’s engagement party and I don’t want to oversleep and miss whatever she has planned for us during the day. It’s hard to believe I’ve only known her for about a week, not counting the first time I saw her as an actual

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quickly, but I just can’t seem to get my mind to shut off. I roll around in my bed. Kicking the blankets off, pulling them back over me, rearranging the pillows like fifty times. After a while I cave and check the time on my phone. It’s just after two in the morning. This knowledge just agitates. me more, now I’m going to be tired tomorrow. I try lying different ways in bed, I even try swapping so my head is at the opposite end of the bed. I get up and make myself a hot chocolate which I only drink half of before tipping it down the sink, irritated. Eventually I go lie back down and after another hour of staring at the ceiling, attempting to count sheep or whatever it is that people do, I give up. I pull out my

random rom–com.

clock, exhausted, disoriented and grumpy. My laptop is still on my

was watching or even if I finished it. My neck and shoulders are

my bathroom. I groan as I look in the mirror. My eyes are puffy and the bags under my eyes are big enough to pack for a two week vacation. The shadows under my eyes only emphasise their weird, pale

relaxing day. I don’t bother with makeup or blow drying my hair or anything. No

room. I head straight to the front door. Shaun is still standing there,

for him to respond as

too early for this drama. I cleared things up with Bellamy last night. You can come inside, you won’t get in trouble or anything. Promise.” I tell him, trying not to roll my eyes. I can see doubt in his

placing my hands on my hips and

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He caves immediately,

insists as he pointedly steps

isn’t sure where to

to manage the eggs while I fetch glasses, plates and cutlery since he doesn’t actually

feels a little backwards, I’m the

here as your guest. I don’t expect

be serving me either.” I

like to cook.” I