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Hi, my name is Morgan
Byrd
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 | Hate That I Love You -16- (HP) |
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 5 with 3 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-05-29 16:48:05 |
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All of my worries all came back with the force of a gail-force wind, knocking the breath of me as panic suddenly erupted in my brain. What was I doing?! This was so unbelievably wrong; what WAS I doing!!
Unlocking my hands hastily from around his neck, I pushed hard against his shoulders, the panic reaching exploding point as I broke away.
“What-?” I broke off, lost for words. He looked at me, looking as if he’d just been Stunned by my lips! I steeped hastily away from him, colour rising in my face to match the panic as we stared at each other. I finally found my voice.
“What was that?” I managed to gasp. He didn’t reply; the gravity of the situation that we now found ourselves in was evidently sinking in as we stood on that great balcony, fireflies hovering innocently around us. I looked at him, my head reeling. I wanted to move, to run as fast as I could and as far away as possible from this balcony – but I didn’t think I could. Instead I was rooted to the spot, staring in a dazed panic at the subject of my emotions...which was NOT my boyfriend.
“Morgan, I-”
“Morgan? Morgan, are you out here?” Darcy’s voice, apparently on the other side of the fountain, was punctured with girly titters from herself along with low cheeky chuckles from someone I at once recognised as Albus.
This was the trigger I needed. I sprang back, as if James had electrocuted me, hands diving into the depths of my jacket; his hands fell hastily into the pockets of his jeans as the two stumble around the edge of the fountain pool and into view. Darcy, her tanned face lit up as brightly as a beacon, froze as she clapped eyes on James and myself standing away from each other, hands buried deep in our pockets and wearing the most confused and panicked looks on our faces. Her eyes found mine as Albus’ excitement also wavered as he too took in this now highly awkward scene. I looked at the stone floor heat rising in my face; oh Go.d, oh Chri.st, oh Merlin’s saggy left...
“Morgan? Morgan, hey! Where’re you going?!”
Darcy’s voice was suddenly drowned out by the overwhelming noise of the music pounding around the room. I looked wildly about as couples, one by one, caught my peripheral vision. I needed to get out of here; the mass of people writhing against one another in one huge blurred mass on all sides was stifling me beyond belief. As I stared wildly around I caught sight of the door to the balcony as, at that moment, James hurried through it followed closely behind by Darcy and Al...no, no, no, no, no!
I suddenly saw a gap in the crowd of nauseatingly intimate couples entwined together and made a dash for the tiny ray of release, clapping eyes on the doorway that led back down the stairs and out to the corridor, to freedom. I had to get out...
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