𝐃𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘.
/djuːˈbʌɪɪti/
noun.
1. the state or quality of being doubtful; uncertainty.
2. god, emily's just so freakin' confused all the time!
❝barnaby, i will skin you alive.❞
[ the 100, seasons 1 - 2 ]
[ bellamy blake x oc ]
FIRST INSTALLMENT...
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[ 2.18. WARM WELCOME ]
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IT FEELS LIKE my heart is wildly dancing around in my ribcage, a celebratory spring leading a smile into stretching across my still burning lips.
Come to think of it, I quickly realize the inappropriateness of our timing; Bellamy and I really labelled our relationship in the middle of a mission that leads a question between life and death, quite literally. But, in some way, I'm glad we had our defining moment right then and there; after all, I can't predict the future and we never know what could go south.
Atleast the newfound joy allows me to work faster and with more enthusiasm; the gleeful burn in my heart amplifies when I think of my friends, which I'm meeting in just a couple of minutes.
Speaking of, I remember to ask for directions after I've distractedly almost slammed my head into a wall between several paths, "Eyo, Raven? I need some help."
"What a surprise. How far did you get from your first spot?" The voice replies instantly.
"Uh, not that far. I'm in front of a three way intersection," I inform, excitement finally toning down, even if my nerves still buzz in anticipation; I need to focus.
Raven is heard humming on the other side of the call, before she perks up, "Take the one further to the right and just walk-- sorry, crawl--" I jokingly curse at her, "--all the way through. You'll be there soon."
"Wow, that's-- Damn, I'm actually nervous," I chuckle quietly, turning to the path Raven had just confirmed.
"Hey, it will be okay," Raven assures, before I sense hesitation in the radio silence that follows. After a moment passes, she speaks, "Is Bellamy still on the line?"
Bellamy. Boyfriend. A cheesy grin spreads across my face again, "Nah, not yet. Why?"
"Well," there's a certain teasing heard in her tone now, a stark contrast to her previous uncharacteristic, unsure questioning; when I realize that must've been an act, I bow my head. Shit. "I guess someome forgot to turn off their earpiece just a couple of minutes ago."
I let out a cheery laugh that quickly dies down in my throat, "What do you me-- Oh. Oh."
"That's right, oh. So, was that your first kiss or have you two smooched before?"
I sigh, seeing how there's no point in denying Raven's correct assumption (she heard it all, obviously, and to be honest, I'm pretty fucking embarrassed), "No, that was our first kiss."
