Figured You Out
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"And
I hate the places that we go
And I hate the people that you know
And I hate the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a
row
I hate the powder on your nose."
- Nickleback, "Figured You Out".
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. Just the ability to write drabbles.
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They met on the dance floor of the Yule Ball. He had on a dark blue blazer and tan slacks. She had on a long silky red dress that tugged at her curves.
He smiled at her. She smiled back.
She didn't even like him, just the way he looked. With his jet black hair reminding her who she truly liked.
It was hard to see his face with Michael Corner clinging to her like a lost drenched cat looking for company. They always went to parties and fancy places were she had to borrow something of Lavender's for a night.
Their third date they fucked. Lost their innocence.
She hated the places they went, what he wore, the way he talked hours about the book he's reading.
A way to describe the relationship was lame. Nothing more.
The only reason she stayed with him was because his name was Michael and he wasn't Harry Potter.