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.

sure. Maybe? I need to talk to you.” I insist. Bellamy gives me a smile and leads me into his room. It’s

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and

he’s shirtless. Damn is he 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 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,

want to stop. I’m enjoying myself and for once I don’t feel

and

to stop. You’ll regret it tomorrow.” he says.

want to stay with you.” I complain. Bellamy runs a hand over my

if you want. But as much

me. I pout and he chuckles.

But I wanna stay here.” I insist.

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

probably feel like hell in the morning.” I nod and move towards his bed then freeze. This is

for Bellamy, his back is to me as he fusses with the

goes slack.

hesitantly sits beside me, a good distance away. I don’t like that. Why is he staying so

get to my feet and position. myself on his lap, a bit like I did

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side of his

you doing?” He sounds a little

the red thread between us. It’s so bright. Such a pretty colour. Bellamy leans back away from me a little and I watch as the thread gets longer. That’s so weird. I 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