Strings of Fate

79- Drunk and daring

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 insist. Bellamy gives me a smile and leads me into his room. It’s dimly lit by a lamp by his bed.

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hot. I find myself running my hands all over his chest. He’s so warm 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

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.

the shoulders and holds me

You’ll regret it tomorrow.” he says. I

with you.” I complain. Bellamy runs

me if you want. But as much as I’m enjoying your enthusiasm, we

He tells me. I pout and

But I wanna stay here.”

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

rest. You’ll probably feel like hell in the morning.” I nod and move towards his bed then freeze. This is Megan’s

of the bed. I look for Bellamy, his back is to me as he fusses with the blankets. He turns to me and

goes slack.

and pat the space next to me. He hesitantly sits beside me, a good distance away. I don’t like that. Why is he staying so

and position. myself on his lap, a bit like

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side of

doing?” He

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