AN: New chapter of The Mess I Made.
Disclaimer: I only own the characters that J.K Rowling does not.
James Potter always prided himself on being able to read his cousins and friends emotions well, especially when they were upset about something.
When Abigail entered the Great Hall much earlier then she normally would have, James looked up from his breakfast, his eyebrows slightly raised.
Abigail's hair was sticking up, and her eyes were red and puffy from crying.
Since it was much too early for most of the students in Hogwarts to be awake, the Great Hall was almost empty, besides James, Abigail, and a couple of first year Ravenclaw students that James didn't know who looked extremely nervous at the sight of the older students.
Looking down at his breakfast and knowing he wasn't going to be able to finish it because he had to be a good friend, James pouted and stood, walking over to the Hufflepuff table and sliding into the seat next to Abigail.
"You look like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed" James tried to joke, but the smile fell off of his face when he saw the look on Abigail's face.
"I saw Rose with Michael Wood last night. I was coming back from my date with Nathan after leaving him at the lake, and I saw them walking away together and he had his arm around her shoulder. And part of my brain tells me that it shouldn't matter, because they've been friends longer then me and Rose, so nothing could be going on. But then there;s the incredibly jealous part of me that tells me that Michael is a total git" Abigail said.
"Even though he's not a total git?" James asked, smiling a bit.
"Yes, even though he's one of the nicest blokes in school, he's a total git. Alright?" Abigail snapped, rolling her eyes.
It made no sense to care about what Rose was doing, because Rose had broken up with her. But that didn't stop her from wanting to storm up to the two of them and scream at them until her face turned red and until she was done saying everything she needed to say.
James remained silent for a few moments, until his face lit up and he grinned.
"I have an idea" James said proudly.
Abigail groaned and hit her head on the table.
"No, stop it. It has nothing to do with a prank or Fred or Louis or even me, really. I saw it on some Muggle program my Aunt Hermione was watching once. Apparently, it's a good way to get your feelings out without actually telling the person your feelings. Write Rose a letter. Don't give it to her, but just write out everything you need to say" James explained, before pulling out a piece of parchment and a quill and ink out of his bag and handing it to her.
"I'm going to go get some Qudditch practice in before classes start" James said, standing up and placing a kiss on the top of Abigail's head.
Abigail stared down at the parchment and sighed, before she started writing.
Dear Rose,
I know that you believe what you did was for me. I know that you think it was in my best interest, and that it would make my life so much easier if you weren't in it as my girlfriend anymore. You thought that you could be my hero by not being there for me, and it's not going to work that way.
You broke up with me. You broke my heart and told me to move on, and I'm trying to do that and just be your friend, I honestly am. But there are certain times when I don't think it's possible for me to ever just be your friend again.
I fell in love with you the moment I met you, Rose. As soon as you were just my friend, you were so much more then that to me. You never seemed to believe me when I told you that before, but it was true.
I don't know what-if anything-is going on between you and Michael Wood, but if something is going on, I would hope you would at least tell me about it. I was going to tell you about my date with Nathan, honestly, but by the time I found you, everyone else had already told you. That's not the way I wanted you to find out about that.
It doesn't matter about Nathan, though. The date didn't work out, and I could never be with someone like him.
I'm going to try as hard as I can to be your best friend again, but you have to meet me halfway.
Love,
Abby
Later that day, Rose found Abigail sitting alone near the lake and their eyes met for a moment before Abigail stood and turned, trying to walk away.
"Abby, c'mon" Rose begged, grabbing Abigail's arm and holding it tightly.
The piece of parchment that Abigail had written everything on was clutched in her hand tightly, and Rose's eyes fell to it and she raised an eyebrow.
"What is that?" Rose asked, reaching forward to take it.
"Don't touch it" Abigail growled, pulling her hand away from Rose and taking a step backwards.
Rose narrowed her eyes.
"Abby, what's going on?" she asked, her eyebrows raised.
"I don't know, why don't you tell me? Ever since you heard I went on one date with Nathan, you've been completely avoiding me. I looked for you to tell you about the fact that he asked me to go out with him, and everytime I saw you, you went in a different direction and tried so hard to get away from me. Then, I tried to find you today to tell you that the date went horribly and I still can't find you!" Abigail yelled.
"The date didn't look like it was going horribly when I saw you two by the lake. You were snogging" Rose growled.
Abigail snorted loudly.
"We were snogging? He kissed me and when I tried to push him off he tried to force himself on me. I punched him in the face and left only to see you and Michael Wood cuddled up in the corridor" Abigail said.
Rose paused for a moment after hearing that Abigail had not wanted to kiss Nathan, but her anger got in her way of stopping the argument.
"What does it matter what I do with Michael? We're broken up, remember?" Rose asked, a scowl on her face.
"I suppose it doesn't matter, then" Abigail said quietly.
She turned to leave, but before she did, she looked down at the parchment in her hands and threw it backwards, watching as it landed in Rose's hands.
"You wanted it so badly, there. You've got it. But just a warning, if you ever act like this towards me again, I swear, we won't even be friends anymore" Abigail said, before turning and leaving.
Rose looked down at the parchment in her hands, and back up at the spot where Abigail had just disappeared.
Slowly, she opened the letter and as her eyes scanned it she could feel herself tearing up and she stopped at the end, balling up the letter and throwing it into the lake.