Post by rosescor90 on Mar 15, 2011 3:14:55 GMT -5
Why am I writing this? Oh yeah, I forgot, I wanted to keep up with the drama in my life. It isn't much when compared to other people's, like, say...Danni’s.
But this is me we are talking about and since when did my life become a freaking show? Yeah, since the RoR, of course.
Well, it all started when I had innocently bunked a class. On hindsight, maybe I could have avoided this mess if I had just stayed inside the classroom like a good student. Maybe, but I'm sure Mad would swear that this would have happened sometime or the other. Quite the Prophetess, isn't she?
I bumped into that Jared guy, you know? The one that's allegedly not dating Diya Zabini. Recent news is that she blew up on him for spreading rumors about her but you never know what to believe these days.
So I was being perfectly, justifiably snappy with him when Emily came running out of nowhere. I swear that girl has found a way to apparate inside the school. Why else would I be shocked into silence everytime she comes before me? Yeah, she sure had a way of appearing when least expected.
Then there was this new girl who joined us, a fifth year Gryffindor named Cass who apparently climbed roofs with Dominique. And that wasn't even the freaky part.
I knew Emily played the piano, I mean, she doesn’t go about advertising it but we’re best friends so I knew that. Then she mentioned how the Room of Requirement could change into a music room. I was shocked. Quite stupid of me not to have known that before, I know.
So you can probably guess why I was curious to see this room; music is my passion afterall. So yeah, hearing Emily play had no part in me asking her to show me the room; understandably enough.
We walked to the seventh floor in silence. I should have known it was the calm before the storm. Em and I, we never could remain quiet when put together. Not that we fought; that would be so cliché and stuff, no way. But I had the tendency of being abrupt and blunt and Em was…a bit more delicate than the rest, to put it lightly.
Looking back, I’m sure Emily was a bit tensed. I never notice these things. As Mad says, I’m blissfully oblivious to the things going around me. Then she took me to this incredible (and by incredible, I do mean jaw dropping, awe struck, can’t believe my eyes incredible) room.
It was, in short, heaven. And there were so many instruments in the room! And the piano! You have to see it to comprehend what I’m telling you. You can imagine how impatient I was to just pick one up and randomly start playing but I wanted to listen to Emily first.
So I asked her to play and really, she was quite so good at it. I mean, really. I’ve heard so many people play but her playing was just so…alive and emotional. Should have known her playing would reflect her nature. Stupid really that I should have thought she was anything less than absolutely amazing and perfect.
I’m not one to go on and on about how good a person is but Emily was my freaking best friend so I was justified, right? I mean, who wouldn’t have noticed how absolutely glowing her eyes were and stuff? I’m really not that great with describing people, dear journal, but I might introduce you to her one day, if you provide me with infinite wisdom or the like; anything that would help me get out of this mess, really.
So the mess,…yeah, about that. Emily got all tensed up for no reason, I tell you. I mean, I was just sitting beside her, like I always do whenever Em, Mad, Ella and I talk and hang out. What was so different this time? Granted, she might have been nervous about playing but then…I shouldn’t blame her entirely for this. I mean, I had the weirdest thought.
We have been friends since first year, since eleven, and whenever there was something important, Emily had always told us. So I would know if she liked someone, right? Not that I’m this clingy guy friend type, but then, how else was I to find out if the guy was worth her? Not that there was any guy that could be worth Emily. I mean, she’s special and all, she should be careful not to get hurt, what with her being sensitive and all.
And then that picture in my mind…Ugh! My blood boils everytime I think of the image of that perfect idiot that rose in my mind. Ever the gentleman and…Emily’s imaginary boyfriend. No way; no way in hell.
You now know why I simply chose to walk away from her, can’t you? But then when has Emily let me be in peace? She decides to do this…thing with her presence. I swear my mind goes off into stupidville everytime she comes near me.
I had to do something to make the situation lighter; to snap out of this kind of trance, and the only thing I could think of were earmuffs. I have no idea how the blue came about, I had been aiming for red, actually. And then they sat unevenly on her head. I, being the perfectionist I am (which I so am not, but I dunno how to reason it any other way) had to right it.
Why did she have to go and blush? And she got that pretty little look in her eye too; not that she wasn’t pretty otherwise, just saying. If she goes acting like this, I swear some guy is going to ask her out; and break her heart for sure. I mean, there is no one in the castle worthy enough for her anyway.
I’m still beating myself up about the ‘Run away from me’ statement. Honestly, what came over me I do not know. I sounded like some cheesy romance flick hero, which is so not what I was aiming for. What was I aiming for? I have no damn idea.
And then she wanted me to pretend she wasn’t there. Yeah right. Haven’t I already told you what happens to my brain when she enters a room? Yeah, refer to that above.
I was nervous and I do perfectly unreasonable things when I’m nervous. That, dear journal, was why I dragged her to sit beside me when all I wanted was to run out of the room. This effect she was having on me was freaky and who but the greatest of fools would go in search of certain disaster.
But music, as I’ve already told you one too many times, always makes me forget even the most glaring of my problems. But this time, my crisis sneaked into my music; tells you how serious my condition is, doesn’t it?
You know I play sad tones most of the time; it’s just how I am. But this time over, the song was…well…it certainly wasn’t sad. Happy and kind of…romantic. I know, I’m still gagging. I don’t do romantic, but how in hell had that tune come to be then? I have no explanations last I saw.
It really didn’t matter what she thought, only, it kinda did. And she said it was…what was the term she used… ‘I fail to find the correct word to describe it’? Yeah, that was it.
You know me, dear journal, and my reluctance to show off my talent, as people think it. Emily suggested, like any normal, caring person, that I should try to record it. And what did I do? I went and blew up on her about how I wasn’t ever planning on it. Told you there was a reason I needed to run away from her, didn’t I?
And that was what she did, though she wasn’t running away, not at that precise moment. She just went away to the other end of the room. And why, in Merlin’s name, did I suddenly feel lost? It surely must have been because I had hurt her, right?
So what I did next was completely justified too. I went and named that song after her. Yeah, you heard me right. I, resident insensitive prat, went and named one of my songs after my best friend. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it had been any other song. I mean, I had to go and name the song after her? The same song she inspired? No, not inspired, couldn’t be. I mean, that would mean she was more than a friend to me, right? That was ridiculous, wasn’t it? I mean, I compose a romantic song after Emily? That’s crazy, I tell you. But it gets even crazier, just you wait.
I still have to make that grand gesture to gain her forgiveness for hurting her. Would a box of chocolates suffice? Maybe I will ask Mad, or something. But I’m not sure I should go in front of Emily for a little while since things are, you know…awkward between us for now since shekissedmeandranaway…
Uh, um, yeah…she kinda sorta maybe kissed me. I mean, I only told her she looked pretty. Anybody with eyes would see that and the only thing I did was tell her. And then she got all this nervous and doubtful expression on her face; the one I knew meant she was contemplating doing something stupid.
Not that what she did was stupid, or whatever, but then, it was all out of the blue and I was like…what the hell! the whole time. And then she ran away like the devil was at her heels or something.
So now, I’m left confused and frustrated. Do you know it’s the most irritating thing to be left hanging? So I did the only thing any sane person would have; I let her run away.
I spent the entire day playing the piano, you know I do that to clear my mind. But this situation just seems to get worse and worse as I think. It was really funny that the answer should come to me when I was asleep. Yeah, an epiphany in my dreams. So cliché…
Okay here goes the big confession…IlikeEmasmorethanafriend and I have no idea what to do about it…
But now she’s hiding away from me too. And Mad knows. There’s no way she couldn’t know; Em and her are like, inseparable.
Maybe I could try to speak to Mad; she was still my best friend, wasn’t she? Or maybe I could just confront Em about it or something. But things are just so awkward between us now…
Confusedly yours,
Hayden.
But this is me we are talking about and since when did my life become a freaking show? Yeah, since the RoR, of course.
Well, it all started when I had innocently bunked a class. On hindsight, maybe I could have avoided this mess if I had just stayed inside the classroom like a good student. Maybe, but I'm sure Mad would swear that this would have happened sometime or the other. Quite the Prophetess, isn't she?
I bumped into that Jared guy, you know? The one that's allegedly not dating Diya Zabini. Recent news is that she blew up on him for spreading rumors about her but you never know what to believe these days.
So I was being perfectly, justifiably snappy with him when Emily came running out of nowhere. I swear that girl has found a way to apparate inside the school. Why else would I be shocked into silence everytime she comes before me? Yeah, she sure had a way of appearing when least expected.
Then there was this new girl who joined us, a fifth year Gryffindor named Cass who apparently climbed roofs with Dominique. And that wasn't even the freaky part.
I knew Emily played the piano, I mean, she doesn’t go about advertising it but we’re best friends so I knew that. Then she mentioned how the Room of Requirement could change into a music room. I was shocked. Quite stupid of me not to have known that before, I know.
So you can probably guess why I was curious to see this room; music is my passion afterall. So yeah, hearing Emily play had no part in me asking her to show me the room; understandably enough.
We walked to the seventh floor in silence. I should have known it was the calm before the storm. Em and I, we never could remain quiet when put together. Not that we fought; that would be so cliché and stuff, no way. But I had the tendency of being abrupt and blunt and Em was…a bit more delicate than the rest, to put it lightly.
Looking back, I’m sure Emily was a bit tensed. I never notice these things. As Mad says, I’m blissfully oblivious to the things going around me. Then she took me to this incredible (and by incredible, I do mean jaw dropping, awe struck, can’t believe my eyes incredible) room.
It was, in short, heaven. And there were so many instruments in the room! And the piano! You have to see it to comprehend what I’m telling you. You can imagine how impatient I was to just pick one up and randomly start playing but I wanted to listen to Emily first.
So I asked her to play and really, she was quite so good at it. I mean, really. I’ve heard so many people play but her playing was just so…alive and emotional. Should have known her playing would reflect her nature. Stupid really that I should have thought she was anything less than absolutely amazing and perfect.
I’m not one to go on and on about how good a person is but Emily was my freaking best friend so I was justified, right? I mean, who wouldn’t have noticed how absolutely glowing her eyes were and stuff? I’m really not that great with describing people, dear journal, but I might introduce you to her one day, if you provide me with infinite wisdom or the like; anything that would help me get out of this mess, really.
So the mess,…yeah, about that. Emily got all tensed up for no reason, I tell you. I mean, I was just sitting beside her, like I always do whenever Em, Mad, Ella and I talk and hang out. What was so different this time? Granted, she might have been nervous about playing but then…I shouldn’t blame her entirely for this. I mean, I had the weirdest thought.
We have been friends since first year, since eleven, and whenever there was something important, Emily had always told us. So I would know if she liked someone, right? Not that I’m this clingy guy friend type, but then, how else was I to find out if the guy was worth her? Not that there was any guy that could be worth Emily. I mean, she’s special and all, she should be careful not to get hurt, what with her being sensitive and all.
And then that picture in my mind…Ugh! My blood boils everytime I think of the image of that perfect idiot that rose in my mind. Ever the gentleman and…Emily’s imaginary boyfriend. No way; no way in hell.
You now know why I simply chose to walk away from her, can’t you? But then when has Emily let me be in peace? She decides to do this…thing with her presence. I swear my mind goes off into stupidville everytime she comes near me.
I had to do something to make the situation lighter; to snap out of this kind of trance, and the only thing I could think of were earmuffs. I have no idea how the blue came about, I had been aiming for red, actually. And then they sat unevenly on her head. I, being the perfectionist I am (which I so am not, but I dunno how to reason it any other way) had to right it.
Why did she have to go and blush? And she got that pretty little look in her eye too; not that she wasn’t pretty otherwise, just saying. If she goes acting like this, I swear some guy is going to ask her out; and break her heart for sure. I mean, there is no one in the castle worthy enough for her anyway.
I’m still beating myself up about the ‘Run away from me’ statement. Honestly, what came over me I do not know. I sounded like some cheesy romance flick hero, which is so not what I was aiming for. What was I aiming for? I have no damn idea.
And then she wanted me to pretend she wasn’t there. Yeah right. Haven’t I already told you what happens to my brain when she enters a room? Yeah, refer to that above.
I was nervous and I do perfectly unreasonable things when I’m nervous. That, dear journal, was why I dragged her to sit beside me when all I wanted was to run out of the room. This effect she was having on me was freaky and who but the greatest of fools would go in search of certain disaster.
But music, as I’ve already told you one too many times, always makes me forget even the most glaring of my problems. But this time, my crisis sneaked into my music; tells you how serious my condition is, doesn’t it?
You know I play sad tones most of the time; it’s just how I am. But this time over, the song was…well…it certainly wasn’t sad. Happy and kind of…romantic. I know, I’m still gagging. I don’t do romantic, but how in hell had that tune come to be then? I have no explanations last I saw.
It really didn’t matter what she thought, only, it kinda did. And she said it was…what was the term she used… ‘I fail to find the correct word to describe it’? Yeah, that was it.
You know me, dear journal, and my reluctance to show off my talent, as people think it. Emily suggested, like any normal, caring person, that I should try to record it. And what did I do? I went and blew up on her about how I wasn’t ever planning on it. Told you there was a reason I needed to run away from her, didn’t I?
And that was what she did, though she wasn’t running away, not at that precise moment. She just went away to the other end of the room. And why, in Merlin’s name, did I suddenly feel lost? It surely must have been because I had hurt her, right?
So what I did next was completely justified too. I went and named that song after her. Yeah, you heard me right. I, resident insensitive prat, went and named one of my songs after my best friend. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it had been any other song. I mean, I had to go and name the song after her? The same song she inspired? No, not inspired, couldn’t be. I mean, that would mean she was more than a friend to me, right? That was ridiculous, wasn’t it? I mean, I compose a romantic song after Emily? That’s crazy, I tell you. But it gets even crazier, just you wait.
I still have to make that grand gesture to gain her forgiveness for hurting her. Would a box of chocolates suffice? Maybe I will ask Mad, or something. But I’m not sure I should go in front of Emily for a little while since things are, you know…awkward between us for now since shekissedmeandranaway…
Uh, um, yeah…she kinda sorta maybe kissed me. I mean, I only told her she looked pretty. Anybody with eyes would see that and the only thing I did was tell her. And then she got all this nervous and doubtful expression on her face; the one I knew meant she was contemplating doing something stupid.
Not that what she did was stupid, or whatever, but then, it was all out of the blue and I was like…what the hell! the whole time. And then she ran away like the devil was at her heels or something.
So now, I’m left confused and frustrated. Do you know it’s the most irritating thing to be left hanging? So I did the only thing any sane person would have; I let her run away.
I spent the entire day playing the piano, you know I do that to clear my mind. But this situation just seems to get worse and worse as I think. It was really funny that the answer should come to me when I was asleep. Yeah, an epiphany in my dreams. So cliché…
Okay here goes the big confession…IlikeEmasmorethanafriend and I have no idea what to do about it…
But now she’s hiding away from me too. And Mad knows. There’s no way she couldn’t know; Em and her are like, inseparable.
Maybe I could try to speak to Mad; she was still my best friend, wasn’t she? Or maybe I could just confront Em about it or something. But things are just so awkward between us now…
Confusedly yours,
Hayden.