Keeping It Real

Sorry! I genuinely couldn't update! I went to Paris, London and Normandy and the internet was supervised by teachers. Crap, I know…

Gah. What in the name of chuffing cheeseballs have I let myself into?

Well, let's see. Hate from Harry's little fangirls (Janice, Denise, Poppy, Tara and Tessa to name a few), gossiped about until god knows when, Awkward chat up lines, Confusion from my friends.

I spent the rest of the walk home debating whether I should back out or keep going.

Keep going.

Summer had gone to her piano lessons, so I had a bit of time to write my diary. Jamie had recently scoffed – yes, scoffed. That boy has the mouth of a crocodile – my old diary so I had to get a new one.

I opened the door, the house silent and still. Just how I liked it. Jamie must be at his friend, Darren's, house. I opened my door slowly, just to make sure Jamie hadn't raided my football magazine draw. He hadn't, and it was safe to write.

17th March 2012

Mood: Pissed Off, Suspicious and Slightly Insane

Place and Time: Bedroom, 4:30

Song Stuck In My Head: Next To Me – Emeli Sande

GAH!

If you hadn't guessed, I'm annoyed. Because That Twat Of A Curly Knobhead in some way or other kind of asked me out.

In advance.

And I am fucking confused.

That Twat Of A Curly Knobhead and Summer's relationship is over. But he is pissed because his popularity will plummet.

If only notebooks could talk. And I can't tell Summer, cos' she's the main reason I'm going through this, I can't tell Mum because Mum won't understand, I can't tell Dad because he's DAD, I can't tell Indie because she hates That Twat Of A Curly Knobhead.

And I can only tell Aaron. BUT HE'S… AARON! AND THERE IS A CHANCE HE WILL HATE ME!

God help me.

I put my pen down, sighing heavily. If you asked a boy at the school what I was like, they might say 'cracking footie player' or 'sarcastic but great'. Girls would say 'tomboy but nice' or 'has potential' and teachers would say 'daydreams about playing alongside Steven Gerrard for Liverpool too much'

They're all true, but none would say 'Emotionally Retarded'

And that is my point. I'm Fizz Hannah Reynolds, this doesn't happen to me. I'm never caught in the strings.

And it's really horrible, because I kind of blame my twin.

xXxXxXx

Hey Fizzy pop

Right. Who is texting me at one in the freaking morning?

If you go to our school I will murder you tomorrow -.-

Now, if it is Styles, I will slaughter them.

*pout* don't you wanna talk to the stylinator?

FUCK OFF. I'M SLEEPING.

Ooooh, is it that time of month ;)

Don't. use. The. Winkey. Face. AND NO, IT ISN'T.

Aw, I'll leave u. night night.

More like morning, morning, bastard.

xXxXxXx

'HAIRY NOSTYLES I AM GOING TO SLAUGHTER YOU!' I screeched, looking around the pitch for his curly mane. He was leaning against a goal post smirking cockily. I got over and stood next to him. I wasn't that pissed now, but still.

'I trust you slept well, Fizzy Pop?'

'ARGH! YOU ARE SO UNDESCRIBABLY-'

'Hot? Cute? Handsome?'

'I was thinking cocky.'

'Ooh, that hurts me.' Harry said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, running over to hug the newly arrived Aaron.

? POV

I'd seen it all. And I was hurt.

They used to be all mine, and now they'll be gone for this stupid fake relationship. It's not fair. I used to be the best. I won't be now. I'll have to put on a smile and listen to the tales while, slowly but surely, they fell in love.

And then they'd have their heartbroken.

And I'd be there.