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Post by Hannah Pettigrew on May 27, 2007 16:33:20 GMT
"you know i left evrything behind for him...everything i believed in my friends...everything."
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 16:34:55 GMT
"Then get everything back."
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Post by Hannah Pettigrew on May 27, 2007 16:37:14 GMT
" i cant get it all back..it too late..i can try to get some of my friends back, but Serenity cant come back....shes dead..... and i let it happen."
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 16:39:55 GMT
"Letting something happen doesn't make you a bad person. If it does, that makes me fucking evil and I'm not. We all do things we regret, but it's what we do to try and fix them that we can be judged on."
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Post by Hannah Pettigrew on May 27, 2007 16:41:44 GMT
"but..what can i do?'
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 16:43:42 GMT
"Go and talk to the people you lost. Maybe find some other guy. Get your life back on track and forget about that ass."
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Post by Hannah Pettigrew on May 27, 2007 17:01:02 GMT
"who's gonna take a pregnant girl? who is in fact pregnant with a baby whos dad has hurt just about everyone in the school."
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 17:02:49 GMT
"You're a great girl." I shrug. "You can't be judged on your husband's actions."
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Post by Hannah Pettigrew on May 27, 2007 17:05:24 GMT
"but im still pregnant..no matter who the da is nobody wants to be stuck with another guys baby."
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 17:10:57 GMT
"How do you know?" I ask. "Have you asked every single guy in the universe if they would mind?"
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Post by Hannah Pettigrew on May 27, 2007 17:13:44 GMT
"no" i say shortly. im silent for a minute. "maybe your right, maybe there is someone but i dont see one in my future."
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 17:18:08 GMT
"Well, you can be blind to what's right in front of you after all."
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Post by Hannah Pettigrew on May 27, 2007 17:30:04 GMT
i chuckle a little. "your drunk" i say with a smile
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 17:49:14 GMT
"Only a bit." I smile slightly. "Okay, a bit more than a bit. Maybe a bit more than that. Be glad though. If I wasn't, I would have panicked and pissed off as soon as you started crying."
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Post by Hannah Pettigrew on May 27, 2007 18:08:26 GMT
"well, then im glad your a little more than a little drunk" i say grinning
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 18:20:24 GMT
I grin slightly. "Me too. But tomorrow morning I'll wake up in a rose bush with a traffic cone and no memory of how I got there."
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Post by Hannah Pettigrew on May 27, 2007 18:24:45 GMT
i laugh. "or you can hang out with me and ill make sure i dont leave you in a rose bush"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 18:31:30 GMT
"Thanks. I owe you one." I say. "It's happened twice. The rose bush thing. The second time there was this big guy standing there and I asked him what happened and he said I insulted his sister and he insulted me back so I tried to punch him then passed out. He'd waited til I came round so I wouldn't get hurt or something. That was odd."
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Post by Hannah Pettigrew on May 27, 2007 18:33:14 GMT
i laugh "yeah that sounds really weird."
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 18:39:45 GMT
"It was. Haven't got drunk since then." I laugh.
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 27, 2007 18:45:42 GMT
I take out my wand, but hide it. 'Accio Picture' I think and Erin's picture goes into my hand. I look at it and smile. 'Damn I miss that girl' I think.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 18:48:23 GMT
I watch the picture go over to Williams.
I stand up and walk over to her.
"Who are you?" I ask again, quietly. "How did you know Erin? How do you know me?"
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 27, 2007 18:51:28 GMT
"'How do I know Erin'?" I repeat, ignoring all his other questions. "We hung out alot when we were little and we were inseperable. But then you came along and took her interest. She forgot about me" I reply
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 18:52:41 GMT
"So, that's why you're messing with me, is it? It's not my fault. And it's not my fault she died. It's not."
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 27, 2007 18:53:24 GMT
"I know." I say and hand the picture back. "But it's your fault she forgot about me"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 18:54:28 GMT
"I didn't force her to. I didn't make her. I told her it wasn't worth getting involved with me. I told her that."
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 27, 2007 18:56:30 GMT
"She never listens. She never has and now never will"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 19:02:59 GMT
"I know. I know she didn't listen to me. And she didn't listen when I told her to run and now she's dead. You think I'm happy about that?"
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 27, 2007 19:03:20 GMT
"I don't know,are you?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 19:06:04 GMT
"No. I'm not. You may think I'm a sick bastard, and I am, but it doesn't mean I didn't care about her, because I did care about her."
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