It's avoiding him for 6 weeks cause your scared. You hope that things won't be different between the two of you, cause it's inevitable that you'll see him again.
See him after he proposes to that perfect Veela cousin of yours. The one with the pretty hair and the blue eyes and the long lashes that she lures those boys in with. To see him after that would be unbearable.
But then HE sees YOU, and catches you before you can run away, and oh how you want to jump up and down and hug him and tell him that you love him.
But you were never very good at affection and why should you be any better now. So he asks you how you are and you say horrid and try not to make eye contact. He snorts amused and you chuckle half heartedly along, wondering what the hell you did to deserve this .
It would be bad enough to be best friends with someone 11 years older than you. Bad enough to fall in love with your best friend. Bad enough to fall in love with your bloody God brother. Bad enough that your parents insisted on helping him move in next door, the next door that's in perfect view of your bedroom window. Bad enough to fall in love your cousins fiancé.
But you can't help it.
You'll say you try to stop your heart from jumping every time you see him, but you're lying.
You're lying to everyone and it's killing you.
So you cover you're windows and pretend to be proud of the curtains but really they are just another mask, another shield that keeps the visual reminders away.
Yes I know, how cheerful, right?
Anyway, this is something I wrote at some point this summer that I was either to depressed or to lazy to publish... I guess the feelings behind this true-ish, fact-based story still apply.
Yes, I did cover my windows.
No, I haven't taken the 'curtains' ('stained glass' made w/ tissue paper) down.
No, my real version of "Teddy" (typically referred to as 'Ron') is not with "Victorie" anymore.
No, I haven't done anything about it yet, cause I'm a bloody shy moron... and I'm scared.
And, on a final note, I guess its not so much as visual reminders I'm avoiding, but its more like I'm avoiding being distracted and sitting in front if my window fo r 2 hours... like the pathetic loser I am... sigh.