𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.
Somewhere far, far away from home. Not what it was. Not a normal afternoon with nothing to do.
And still we fight.
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BELLA KINLEY IS many things.
Ellie's neighbor. One of her best friends. She would remain a confidant even at their worst, which is a time they haven't even come close to experiencing. They wear matching friendship bracelets and laugh at bad movies together, fall asleep on Ellie's couch and wake up laughing when one of them inevitably falls off.
Yes, Bella Kinley is many things. What has blossomed between them is a friendship seemingly without any bumps or cracks, which must be why having a gun pointed at her seems to blow her backwards in surprise. Her shriek makes Ellie jolt from survival mode and back into reality, eyes widening as she fully comprehends what just happened.
"Oh my God Bella I'm so sorry oh my God!" Ellie's flurry of apologies comes out sounding like one long word as she fumbles uselessly with the arm not currently occupied by a cat, phone dropping from her shoulder the moment her head lifts. Sir Purrington seems to grumble out his meow while kicking at her side, snagging her shirt and making it exponentially harder to hold on.
She looks like a circus. Luckily for her pride Bella doesn't laugh, but that's probably due to still having a gun aimed her way.
Sheepishly Ellie moves her weapon away from the redhead, straining her hand around long strands of fur in order to flip the safety back on. "I am so sorry. I didn't know you'd be there!"
