I'm not broken, don't try to fix me.
Wow, I've been listening to WAY too much Evanescence lately. Ack, I think I might go and buy their CD soon. Lol, I'm a nerd ;) Hehe, &I like being one :] Here's a SMALL cookie of my upcoming fic - I will not release the fic name but yeah.. please give your opinion on it.. PLEASE! <3
"Wait!" He said, tapping my shoulder, catching up with me. "I didn't know we were done talking?"
I smiled. Geeze, this Potter kid just doesn't quit, does he? "It doesn't matter to me," I shrugged. "What do you want to talk about then?" I walked to the drinks table, and he followed my steps.
"Anything," He replied, looking careless. "I mean, I've just known you for so long, being in the same house and all, and I think this is the first time I've spoken to you."
"2nd year, Charms class, you borrowed a quill from me," I interrupted. Oh dammit, I could feel my face burn with embarrassment. Twice in a row! Damn, this James.. he's got something special to him. I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
James looked quite amused. "Oh, really now?" He asked, his eyes dancing with laughter. "I wonder how come you remember."
"Uh, I have a photographic memory," I lied. I'm a horrible liar; I don't even know why I lied in the first place. I felt like kicking myself in the knee, but I didn't want to cause myself pain.
James laughed. "You look really cute when you lie, you know. You're also not very good at it."
"That's my only flaw," I teased back, grabbing a Vodka and sipped it slowly. Mmm... delicious. I live for this stuff.
"Also too much drinking," He replied. His eyes turned from amused to caring. "Drinking's bad for you.. why do you do it?"
"It takes away my pain," I replied flatly. I did not feel comfortable with discussing person matters like this. I took another big gulp and made sure it last... just to make sure I pissed James off.
"Oh," He replied, looking disappointed as if he wanted to sway me. "Well, if you ever need to talk to anyone..."
"James, I'm not broken, don't try to fix me," I slurred. The alcohol was definitely getting to me; I was losing control of my 5 senses. I turned and strode off on my heel, hoping to make dramatic departure, but my plan quickly backfired as I blacked out and felt my head hit the ground.
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All right, I'm out :)
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"Wait!" He said, tapping my shoulder, catching up with me. "I didn't know we were done talking?"
I smiled. Geeze, this Potter kid just doesn't quit, does he? "It doesn't matter to me," I shrugged. "What do you want to talk about then?" I walked to the drinks table, and he followed my steps.
"Anything," He replied, looking careless. "I mean, I've just known you for so long, being in the same house and all, and I think this is the first time I've spoken to you."
"2nd year, Charms class, you borrowed a quill from me," I interrupted. Oh dammit, I could feel my face burn with embarrassment. Twice in a row! Damn, this James.. he's got something special to him. I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
James looked quite amused. "Oh, really now?" He asked, his eyes dancing with laughter. "I wonder how come you remember."
"Uh, I have a photographic memory," I lied. I'm a horrible liar; I don't even know why I lied in the first place. I felt like kicking myself in the knee, but I didn't want to cause myself pain.
James laughed. "You look really cute when you lie, you know. You're also not very good at it."
"That's my only flaw," I teased back, grabbing a Vodka and sipped it slowly. Mmm... delicious. I live for this stuff.
"Also too much drinking," He replied. His eyes turned from amused to caring. "Drinking's bad for you.. why do you do it?"
"It takes away my pain," I replied flatly. I did not feel comfortable with discussing person matters like this. I took another big gulp and made sure it last... just to make sure I pissed James off.
"Oh," He replied, looking disappointed as if he wanted to sway me. "Well, if you ever need to talk to anyone..."
"James, I'm not broken, don't try to fix me," I slurred. The alcohol was definitely getting to me; I was losing control of my 5 senses. I turned and strode off on my heel, hoping to make dramatic departure, but my plan quickly backfired as I blacked out and felt my head hit the ground.
*
All right, I'm out :)
AIM: girl x marauder
MSN: fanfic_writer@hotmail.com
email: fanfic_writer@hotmail.com -or- annie@aquais.net