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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 9, 2008 0:15:46 GMT
I watch his expression fall from his face and I guessed that the question probably took him by surprise. In fact, I'm actually slightly amused by the expression he's made and take a moment to look at it before answering him.
"You know, feelings for her.. do you like her as more than a friend?" I said, hopefully clarifying what I said a moment ago.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 9, 2008 0:17:36 GMT
Strangely enough, instead of helping me get a better grip on the subject, I just feel more surprised by it.
But it only lasts a few seconds this time, before I manage to smooth out my expression again.
"Don't be ridiculous."
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 9, 2008 0:19:51 GMT
I shrugged slightly, seeing his expression fade back to normal. "Just a thought.. I just don't see why you would be bothered with me liking her, if you don't like her in that way." I said with another shrug, keeping my eyes on him this time.
"Plus, it's not really my fault, it just happend that way." I shrugged faintly again.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 9, 2008 0:23:46 GMT
"Well, you don't know me." I'm more than annoyed now, and I think he's tipping the scale from dislike to hate. Real, serious hatred, which is dangerous because I don't want to hate him or anyone, because I don't trust myself yet.
"I'm familiar with how things like that happen." I respond irritably.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 9, 2008 0:27:23 GMT
"I know.. just forget I said anything." I said putting a hand up defensively. "I didn't mean anything by it, I swear." I said looking over to him. I honestly, didn't want on his bad side. Even a partially semi not so good side was better than a bad side.
"Okay.. you're right, sorry." I said again, wishing now more than even that Arden would get home. Either that, or I should just leave before this one decides he should off me first.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 9, 2008 0:33:14 GMT
I look back down at my hands again, starting to click my knuckles again for something to do.
I want to go, I think. I think I really should go and leave him here to wait for her and just keep out of their way.
That feels like giving up though, like backing down and I don't really want to back down. Especially not when he is concerned.
I feel quite a lot better all of a sudden. I have an enemy again, a purpose, someone to hate. This victory is just a bit tainted though, because I can't do anything to him that I would usually do to an enemy because of Azkaban, because of Arden. So he's not a proper enemy, but still...someone to hate.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 9, 2008 0:39:41 GMT
It's now I've decided that I think that I should get up and go make some tea. I don't think that Arden would mind and I think that she would be okay with it, especially since I'm going to make some because I feel the need to get out of this guy's hair. I can tell that he seems to hate me and I'm not sure how good of a reason he has to leave me alone.
I stand up a moment or two later and start walking towards the kitchen. ".. You want any tea?" I asked looking over to him. "Or something?" I asked, wondering why I proceeded to be nice to him. Maybe so he wouldn't kill me? I think that'd be a pretty plausable answer.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 9, 2008 0:43:42 GMT
I shake my head at that, wondering why he's even asking or even trying to talk to me anymore. I think I've made it pretty clear what I think of him.
I think his ingratiating attitude is going to be something that makes hating him less satisfactory. I might have to find another enemy, or at least get over this, or I'll end up more frustrated in the long run.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 9, 2008 0:46:39 GMT
I nodded slightly and just walked into the kitchen. I put some water onto boil and I just stood there, thinking about everything. I feel like Arden should be home soon and I really hope that that feeling is right because now that I've been here for a while, I've realised how much I really was looking forward to seeing her. But if she doesn't come soon, I think I might just leave and wait for her come visit me.
I don't think I'll be coming back here agian, unless I know she's home before I do not want to be left alone with him again.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 9, 2008 0:51:26 GMT
Where the hell is Arden?
I stare very hard in the direction of the front door as if doing this means she'll walk through it.
Although I don't know what I'm going to do when she does come in. I still haven't made up my mind yet. I might go and walk, I think, but I'll wait for her to come home first because I have it stuck in my mind that this is how it has to work.
I'll go and walk and maybe stop somewhere for a drink. I think I need a drink, because it's been a while.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 9, 2008 0:54:53 GMT
Minutes pass and eventually, I have a mug of tea for myself. The only difference in her kitchen now was that there was a kettle sitting on the stove with boiling water in it, other than that, I've left it pretty much untouched.
I take a sip of my tea and walk back out into the other room, seeing him staring at the front door. I look at him for a moment before going to sit where I was sitting before, still wishing more than anything that Arden would just get home already.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 9, 2008 15:31:23 GMT
"Enjoying your tea?" I ask scathingly after a moment when the silence starts to bug me.
It doesn't take long before it annoys me, of course. It was alright when he was in the other room, but now he's back and I don't like just sitting here and not saying anything and apparently he's not going to speak this time.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 9, 2008 17:11:48 GMT
I look over to him as he says something to me. I definately do not like how he said that and I'm really starting to think that I should just leave. I wonder though if he'll even tell her I was here whenever she gets back, so maybe I should stay? All I knew was that I think I was annoying him.. and well, I still valued my life.
"I just do not get your problem with me." I said after a moment, even though, honestly, I was trying to not say anything because I wasn't sure how much of this he was going to take.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 9, 2008 17:15:01 GMT
"I really don't expect you to." I shake my head.
I think I'm half insulting his intelligence and half being honest. It's hard to tell because the reply sort of slips out without too much thought behind it.
On hindsight, I don't expect him to get my problem with him because I don't entirely get it yet so he'll have to wait until I figure it out first.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 9, 2008 17:27:16 GMT
"Do you even know what it is?" I asked looking over to him, now not really wanting the tea, but my hands were cold, so I just continued holding it. I don't really want to talk about this anymore, but for some reason, I just keep going. I think it's just becuase I can't think of anything else to talk about and this just seems to be the easiest subject to grab at.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 9, 2008 17:29:59 GMT
"Of course I do." I mutter and my voice comes off as somewhere between snapping and growling instead, which sort of suggests otherwise.
I don't want to talk about this anymore, and I really wish he'd just shut up.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 9, 2008 17:37:44 GMT
"Right.." I said quietly, just dropping this subject now because all it was doing was seeming to make him hate me more. So I stopped talking and tried to think of anything else that I could possibly say.
Too bad I was drawing a blank.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 9, 2008 17:42:10 GMT
I lapse gratefully back into silence now. It doesn't bother me that it's quiet as much as it was before because I don't think that there's anything to talk about that I actually want to talk about.
But there isn't anything I want to talk about, there are just things I don't want to and things I'm mildly comfortable with. And I suppose there aren't many of those.
It doesn't help that I'm being needlessly difficult because of my distaste for him.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 9, 2008 17:50:43 GMT
I stared down at my tea, staying silent for the time being. I didn't really want to be here anymore, but I've already waited this long, so I think that I'll probalby just stay anyway.
".. How long have you known Arden?" I asked a moment later, feeling like maybe that was a safe topic.. then again, I've been wrong. Quite a bit actually.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 9, 2008 17:54:25 GMT
"A long time."
I don't remember exactly how long. Just that we were very little and she sort of features in a lot of my earliest memories that aren't from being at home. A lot of them are just stupid nonsensical flashes of things that don't quite form up properly, like fighting and dead cats, so maybe that doesn't count.
Then I realise this is my chance to interrogate him a little bit. I have every right to turn round the question if he's going to ask me in the first place, surely.
"And you?"
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 9, 2008 17:59:31 GMT
That was a vague answer... but then again, what I was really expecting. Plus, if he's known her for a really long time , it's hard to tell just how long exactly that is.
He asked me in return and I thought about it for a moment before replying. "Nearly eleven years now.. met her in my seventh year at Hogwarts.." I said with a small nod.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 9, 2008 18:09:38 GMT
I nod slightly in return to this.
"Oh."
I wonder how I didn't know about his existence before now. I suppose she never mentioned it. Or maybe she did and I didn't take it in, or chose to ignore it.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 9, 2008 18:12:25 GMT
I nodded faintly again, "That's why I was sort of surprised she hadn't mentioned me before.." I said with a small shrug. Really, that is quite a long time to know someone and not have them come up in any conversation at least once.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 9, 2008 18:25:12 GMT
I shrug lightly.
I suppose we haven't really talked about much like that in the past eleven years. The times we've been on good terms have been few and far between, really.
Which is probably why she's never mentioned him, but I'm not going to mention that.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 9, 2008 18:27:59 GMT
I nodded a little agin and looked down to my mug again. He was really difficult to talk to. Which wasn't good because I can never even think of things to talk about with my friends let alone with some guy who hates me.
I'm terrible at making conversation and it seems that he is too.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 9, 2008 18:36:23 GMT
For lack of anything better to do I start to crack my knuckles again, slowly and one by one and stare determinedly down at my hands once more.
I think I've just discovered something else about myself, namely what I do when I'm nervous.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 9, 2008 18:40:37 GMT
He starts to crack his knuckles again and took a drink of my tea, almost wishing that maybe Arden had some firewhiskey or something. Maybe that would relax me a little bit because this was really starting to get to me, just sitting here in this room with him. Cracking his knuckles. I took in a small breath and let it out quietly.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 9, 2008 18:54:24 GMT
I wish I had my wand.
Unsurprisingly they took it away when they threw me in that horrible cell, and I haven't got it back because there wasn't time for that.
If I had my wand I could play with that instead, but now I'm just hurting myself by persistently doing this.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 9, 2008 18:56:33 GMT
".. Doesn't that hurt after a while?" I asked nodding slighlty toward his hands, as he cracked his knuckles. I wasn't saying he should stop this time, I was just curious. I never personally liked doing that.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 9, 2008 19:26:49 GMT
"Yes." I answer, talking down to my hands still rather than doing him the grace of looking up to speak to him. "But I have to do something with my hands."
That's probably the longest sentence I've managed towards him so far.
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