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Hi, my name is Morgan
Byrd
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 | Hate That I Love You -7- (HP) |
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| Created: 2008-05-30 05:53:05 |
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(2months later – Morgan is still seeing Tom)
Lying in bed, I groggily glanced in the direction of the window; the sun was already quite high in the sky, even if it was obscured by threatening dark clouds. I gave a pained groan and rolled onto my back, staring up at the top of my four poster, thinking. I’d been thinking a lot again last night about everything that had happened over the past few months, hence why I was exhausted as my thoughts had kept me awake until the early hours of the morning. It was strange, ‘cause even though I’d spent many a happy time with Tom these past few months, the only image I associated with them was back at the beginning of the year, hiding in that dark obscured passageway, so close that we were almost touching…..so close I could hear the thumping of his heart against mine….No! I actually shook my head physically, trying to clear it of that memory, almost as if to shake it from my head. This WASN’T going to sway me! I was with Tom now, I was…happy….yes…yes, I was happy! Why shouldn’t I be happy? Just as this fresh thought crossed my mind, Rose bounced into the room, her newly dyed brown curly hair cascading down her back. I groaned again, exaggeratedly this time.
“Get up sleepy-head, ‘cos iiiiiit’s SATURDAY!!!!” She squealed, her voice piercing through my head. Wincing, I glared at her over the top of my covers.
“Your point?” She sighed in exasperation.
“It’s the day we go into Hogsmede re’tard!”
“Congratulations. Enjoy yourself. Now let me sleep!” I threw back at her, shaking my head whilst pulling the covers back over me, trying to shut her out.
“Uh uh, bad move Mo!” Rose laughed, giving her wand a casual flick. In an instant, my covers had flown right off my bed to hover somewhere near the sealing, leaving me lying there with no source of warmth other than my thin pyjamas; darn her for paying so much attention in charms! I curled myself up in as small a ball I could, eyes shut tight.
“Now, up!” Rose said sternly, folding her arms and tapping her foot impatiently on the brown wooden floor. Thinking I could risk it, I quickly opened one eye and glanced over at her cautiously.
“Whhyyyy?” I moaned (my inner 2 year old showing at this moment in time!) as I slowly uncurled myself and hauled my legs over the side of my bed into a sitting position, rubbing my eyes as Rose tossed her long hair over her shoulder.
“Because, as I said before you poor excuse for a witch, it’s Hogsmede day today, and you said – no, you PROMISED – that you’d go into the village with us!” She suddenly smirked at me. “AND you also said you’d meet Tom in the Entrance Hall and spend the day with him, remember?!” I sighed as Rose began to add the final touches to her outfit, slipping on bangles and tying a navy blue scarf through her hair.
“Is Tyler is off with him?” she asked as I made my way, somewhat unsteadily, into the bathroom. I frowned as I reached the doorway.
“Off with who?” I asked. Rose looked at me in disbelief as I disappeared through the entrance.
“The Mother Teresa. Who d’you think woman?!” I laughed, poking my head around the door to observe her slim figure.
“Rose, if you mean Tom, my brother is off with every guy I date. And when I say every, I MEAN every! No exceptions whatsoever!” I frowned. “And anyway who’s the Mother Teresa?” Rose surveyed me with mock superiority.
“I’ll pretend that I didn’t that last sentence.” I rolled my eyes at her before disappearing back into the bathroom, picking up my toothbrush. “But it’s been practically two months and, let’s face it, it’s not as if he’s all over you like a rash!” I paused, toothbrush poised in front of my mouth. “What d’you mean?” I asked, puzzled. Rose came in as well, picking up her make-up bag, and looked at me (eyebrows raised as per usual) as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Oh come ON Mo, don’t act oblivious to it! You even said so yourself only two days ago that it wasn’t as ‘exciting’ as you’d expected it to be, which is a complete understatement as I hardly EVER see him making any kind of public displays of affection towards you!” I hastily pulled my toothbrush back out of my mouth again.
“He does!” I replied (extremely unconvincingly!) “He…well he…he kissed me on the lips in the courtyard just before Potions on Tuesday.” Rose shook her head, looking at me through the mirror as she applied the final coat of mascara to her eyelashes.
“After two months…that’s it?! Seriously Morgan, don’t you want a relationship that’s a tiny bit more thrilling and exciting than…well…talking about Quidditch 24/7? You only like Quidditch ‘cos you fancy almost all of the players on the England team, and they’re not even any good!” I snorted, and made my way over to the other side of the room.
“Well, I’ll let you know when I want a change, but this relationship is going just fine right now and I don’t intend on changing anything about it, thank-you very much Miss Weasley!” I turned to face her, smirking. “Now bug.ger off love!” Rose glared at me in mock hurt.
“Ouch! Was that language at all necessary?”
“Yes actually,” I shot back, laughing. “ ’Cos I need a shower!” |
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