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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 27, 2007 18:48:01 GMT
I stood in Hogsmeade highstreet, fumbling for my lighrer in my pocket and lighting a cigarette.
I fold one arm across my chest and hold the cigarette with the other, uncomfortably aware that my hand was trembling slightly.
I was an idiot.
It was almost painful how stupid I was.
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Post by furrylittleproblem on Apr 27, 2007 19:07:43 GMT
I see that Michael kid "What are you doing here alone" I ask looking first the cigarette and then him.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 27, 2007 19:08:28 GMT
"This." I say. "Smoking, silently hating my stupidity. Do I know you?"
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Post by furrylittleproblem on Apr 27, 2007 19:10:31 GMT
"No, neither I know you.It's just my curiosity. My name is Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy."
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 27, 2007 19:12:16 GMT
"Watkins, Mika Watkins." I say, unable to resist the temptation of introducing myself the same way, and holding out a hand for him to shake. "Pleasure."
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Post by furrylittleproblem on Apr 27, 2007 19:14:57 GMT
I shake his hand. "So, why you hate your stupidity? What did you do?" I asked him.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 27, 2007 19:16:49 GMT
"Shouted at the one girl I'm emotionally attatched to-...not love. I don't think that exists, but the one girl I'm emotionally attatched to. I shouted at her, got kicked where the it's most painful and then she ran off." I shrug as if I didn't care, which wasn't true. "Last time I try and care about her."
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Post by furrylittleproblem on Apr 27, 2007 19:19:38 GMT
"Ouch" was the only thing I could say. I didn't know what to say,for the first time.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 27, 2007 19:21:31 GMT
"Yeah, ouch." I sigh. "Sucks, huh?"
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Post by furrylittleproblem on Apr 27, 2007 19:24:45 GMT
"Yeah it's like all the girls are against us."
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 27, 2007 19:28:52 GMT
"Yep, sure are." I nod. "Well, I kind of deserved it. I was shouting and I did say a few bad things. But she did too. I've completely ruined any chance I had with her, not that I wanted a chance with her or anything." I finish quickly.
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Post by furrylittleproblem on Apr 27, 2007 19:30:58 GMT
"Why, does she have a boyfriend or something?"
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 27, 2007 19:35:41 GMT
"No, she doesn't. But I don't see why she'd ever want to talk to me again now. I was such an ass. Well, I'm always an ass, but never a violent ass. I was just really freaking out, you know? And she wouldn't give me a straight answer and I feel like I've been betrayed by what she did. Oh, I just feel awful." I sigh.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Apr 27, 2007 19:37:45 GMT
"Why so glum chum?" I ask to Mika.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 27, 2007 19:38:15 GMT
"Because I'm an idiot." I sigh.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Apr 27, 2007 19:39:50 GMT
"Hardly, know one is an idiot till they can top Cassy." I say.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 27, 2007 19:43:12 GMT
"Oh, I can. I've done the most stupid thing-...trust me. I'm an idiot."
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Apr 27, 2007 19:44:32 GMT
"No ones an idoit because idiot is just a matter of opinoin." I say.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 27, 2007 19:45:18 GMT
"Well, it is my opinion that I am an idiot. Satisfied?"
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Post by furrylittleproblem on Apr 27, 2007 19:46:21 GMT
"Don't push his buttons" I say.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Apr 27, 2007 19:48:12 GMT
"Yes. Well why don't you try to explain why you are an idiot and physiologist Cassy can try to help." I say.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 27, 2007 19:56:42 GMT
"I had a massive go at Jo." I sigh. "I just wanted to-...I don't know. I was worried. I shouted and I slammed her against a wall. I'm an ass. A violent, stupid, angry ass. She kicked where it hurts the most and ran away and I doubt she'll ever want to speak to me again."
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Apr 27, 2007 20:00:56 GMT
"Knowing Jo I could probrally tell you that she won't want to speak to you again. I know that really isn't helpful, but I'm low on sugar today so I'm having a hard time thinking of a plan." I say.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 27, 2007 20:02:39 GMT
"Yeah," I say miserably, "I don't blame her, I'd never want to see me again either."
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Apr 27, 2007 20:03:49 GMT
"Well, all you have to do is do something extreme to show you really like her, and hope she forgives you." I say.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 27, 2007 20:04:43 GMT
"Like what?"
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Apr 27, 2007 20:06:15 GMT
"What kind of things does go like? For example, she likes Quidditch, so someone gets her down to the pitch where you will be waiting, and....." I say.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 27, 2007 20:09:33 GMT
"And...what? I'm rubbish at this sort of thing Cassie." I groan.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Apr 27, 2007 20:13:20 GMT
"Well it should be something romantic. Like a picnic or something. But then she would just get up and leave. We could always make a bubble around the staduim so she can't leave..... Yes I have a picture in my head. Find her favorite flowers, and give her some, her favorite foods, music. You could make her a song, and play it on your guitar! But of course most importantly you have to express how you feel and tell her you are sorry." I say.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 27, 2007 20:21:47 GMT
"I am sorry, but I don't know how I feel. I mean, I'll start to say something and then I'll stammer and start to say something else and then I'll end up making an idiot of myself and making everything worse."
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