Strings of Fate

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I shrug. I don’t really want to go home, I’m tired but having fun.

“I don’t wanna leave. I wanna stay here.” I whine. Megan elbows me in the ribs.

“Stay then, I bet Bellamy wouldn’t mind.” She waggles her eyebrows at me suggestively and we both devolve into giggles again. I haven’t seen Bellamy all evening except. Oh shoot! I was meant to check in and I didn’t. Did I? I don’t think I did. Oops, I better do that before he gets

too worried.

“I need to talk to Bellamy!” I declare as I struggle to get up off the floor. Megan’s clothes are extra slippery or something because it takes a couple attempts to get to my feet. Megan makes it up first and pulls me to my feet. I stumble into her and we both fall onto her bed.

“My brother’s probably in his room.” Megan informs me. I nod.

“I need to talk to him.” I insist. Megan stays lying on her bed where she is and nods at me, her eyes closed. I make my way across Megan’s room doing my best not to trip over anything on the floor which is now messy with clothes scattered everywhere. I step into the hallway and close the door. It’s super quiet out here without the music and my head feels like it’s echoing. Can I hear my own heartbeat? That’s weird. I cross the hall to Bellamy’s door and knock loudly.

“Bellamy! Beeeeellllammmyy. I need to talk to you! Bellammy!!!” I knock again and his door swings open. Bellamy looks half asleep and completely bewildered.

“Ryann? Are you okay?” He asks. I nod and stare at him. What was I here for? Oh, I needed to check in with him and tell him about that letter.

“I wanted t‘ talk to you.” I repeat. Bellamy grips me by my shoulders and raises an eyebrow.

“Are you drunk?” He asks. I stare at him and think about it. Am I drunk? Maybe.

I need to talk to you.” I insist. Bellamy gives me a smile and leads me into his room. It’s dimly lit by a lamp by his bed. I stumble and he

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and I can’t stop touching him. Bellamy groans catches my hands, I frown and pull them free then lean into Bellamy. He’s too tall for me to reach without him bending down but I reach around his neck and do my best to tug him down. He comes willingly and I pull him into a kiss. I’m very enthusiastic right now and he feels so good. I hold him tight with a hand in his hair, my other hand stroking the back of his

stupid. I don’t want to stop. I’m enjoying myself and for once I don’t feel shy. I try to kiss him again but he doesn’t cooperate and lean down. I kiss his neck instead and I feel a shudder run through

and holds me at

need to stop. You’ll regret it

to stay with you.” I complain. Bellamy runs

But as much as I’m enjoying your enthusiasm, we

this right now.” He tells me. I pout and he chuckles. I sigh and all the

I wanna stay here.” I insist.

on the table by his bed. I spill a little but drink cooperatively. I don’t want him

like hell in the morning.” I nod and move towards his bed then freeze. This is Megan’s dress. I can’t sleep in Megan’s dress, that would be

for Bellamy, his back is to me as he fusses with the blankets. He turns to me and freezes, his

goes slack.

sit on the bed and pat the space next to me. He hesitantly sits beside me, a good distance away. I

position. myself on his lap,

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what are you doing?” He sounds a little

wonder if it gets longer or does it stretch? I mean it’s not really real. But I imagine it stretching like elastic. Giggling, I use my hands to push on Bellamy’s chest forcing him to lay back, watching the string get longer. I reach for it, I know I can’t touch them but it looks so solid. My hand waves through it a few times. I lose my balance and fall forward onto Bellamy’s chest. He’s comfortable. I don’t want to let go. Bellamy suddenly wraps his arms around me and I cuddle in happily. In one quick motion he rolls us around so that we’re in the bed properly against the pillows. I groan as