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Journal Entry 4: Jealously- Her side of the story
At my desk: Sometime in the morning- it's probably 9 around now. I seriously don't care about the day anymore. I'm too pissed off at the moment.
Waking up in the morning was hell. I wasn't able to sleep for the whole freaking night. I guess you probably know already. Yeah, it's them. Murtagh and Claire. Those morons decided to make a bunch of noise last night. Real dirty noises at that. Not the party noises that like to wake people up because it's fun. No, it turns out that it's the sort of noises that you would never want to ever hear. It's almost as bad as hearing the sort of noises that you never ever want to hear from your parent's bedrooms.
Well, anyways. I got up; my hair was sticking up as usual because of my terrible case of bed head. I gripped the door handle tightly before taking a deep breath and entering into their bedroom. To my relief, they were sleeping. Soundly as well, thank god for that. I tip toed towards the bathroom, my clothes in hand. I suppose I made some noise, thanks to the wooden floors covered in carpet. Claire seemed to wake up to the sound. Rubbing her eyes, she gave me a big smile.
"Hehe…your hair looks funny."
I stared at her as if she was some sort of child. I was thinking more of, ' Um…what?' when she had said that. It was then that I noticed that her hair wasn't like mine. It was just…perfect. The sort of thing you would think that would never happen. Yeah, it didn't look like she was in bed all night long. It was as if she had just gotten into bed and sat there for the whole entire night. Not even touching the pillow. I blinked at her before forcing a smile at her. Through gritted teeth, I answered her in the most fake sweet tone I could manage. "Good Morning, Claire. Excuse me, I've got to go to the bathroom. I wasn't able to go last night because of a certain person who decided to do it with his girlfriend last night." My voice turned cold and annoyed. I gave her dark look, not able to control my emotions any longer. She shrunk back slightly before looking at the sleeping Murtagh.
I quickly dashed towards the bathroom, slamming the door. It probably woke Murtagh up because I heard a "Gah!" and there was silence. I smirked to myself, tearing my nightgown off. Running the water I was able to bathe quickly and have some relaxation for a little while before the door opened. I looked up, startled. Standing there was Claire, in her maid uniform. She had changed, thank god and now she closed the door. Looking at me, she gave me a bright smile. It was too early in the morning to be smiling like that. How the hell could she smile like that in the morning? I gave her a grumpy like look before turning away from her.
"Go the hell away." I told her without looking at her. I closed my eyes, waiting for the door to make some sort of sound to tell me that she was gone. Instead I hear a sweet and nervous voice say,
"Um… A-Arwen…Is it alright if I join you? In the tub I mean… I really need to take a bathe and I've got to get to work soon." I could already imagine her biting her lip nervously and giving me that innocent stare. I was about to tell her to go to hell before I heard a rustle of clothes. I snapped open my eyes to look in her direction. She had stripped off her clothes and was making her way towards the tub I was in. I opened my mouth and shut it. Giving her a death glare, I narrowed my eyes at her. "I didn't exactly say yes to you, did I?" She gave me a shrug before soaking herself into the water. Rolling my eyes, I wet my hair trying to at least make my hair not stick up anymore. Claire was looking at me now, a strange expression on her face. I don't think I've really seen that expression on her face before. I looked up and gave her an annoyed look. Her face then suddenly turned back into the happy and bubbly like blonde bob she was before. Seriously, what's with the sudden change of attitude? Her next question sort of made me raise a brow.
"I don't exactly understand how Murtagh could of missed you. I mean, you've got a really nice body and you're pretty, Arwen."
When she did that, I turned quiet. What did she mean by that? I looked at her, and I knew what she meant by that. Jealous, much? "Your body isn't all that bad, yourself." I shot right back, my eyes smiled at her. I wasn't bitter, but I wasn't exactly nice either. I wasn't exactly still happy about last night, since I was tired as hell. Thanks to her, my bath in the morning was ruined. Getting up and getting changed without a word, I slammed the bathroom door behind me. If I had a mirror right now, I probably would be able to show you the really pissed off face I had on. Murtagh seemed like he had just finished changing. Looking at me, he gave me a bright grin of a smile and chirped. Yes, he was chirping at me happily.
"Morning, Arwen!" I shot him a death glare, my left eye was slightly twitching due to the lack of sleep before I slammed the door to my room in his face. As I am writing this entry, I just remembered…I forgot my hairbrush in the bathroom. Damn. I really don't want to go back into that room. You can't blame me, right? I mean, who would want to stay in that room with a pair of sick lovebirds? Ah…I suppose I'll have to go back sometime. I'll write more in the afternoon.
At my desk: During the Afternoon now- it's probably 12 around now. I'm really tired and exhausted today.
I see…after reading my last entry, I suppose I'll go back to that time when I had to go back into Murtagh's room to get my hairbrush back. So, I went back into the room and not exactly to my surprise, they were in a lip lock. I seriously didn't care anymore, and since I was already pissed, I slammed my door of my bedroom and started to make my way towards the bathroom. Both of them jumped at the sound of the slam and looked at me. I ignored them while going into the bathroom to retrieve my hairbrush. While brushing my hair in the bathroom and tying half of my hair up, I overheard Claire saying,
"Is she always this angry in the morning?" I glared at my reflection, nearly wanting to go over there and murder her. After finishing my hair, I walked out of the bathroom to see both of them flirting back at each other. They were kissing and touching each other in the places I never wanted to see. I spoke up in a cold voice making them turn towards me with a surprised look on their faces.
"Yesterday I would of thought this was really cute but not today. I would tell you two to get a room, but please remember that my room is just next door!" I hissed out the last part, my blue eyes were lit up angrily. Stalking back into my room, I slammed the door once more. I heard both of them laugh and giggle after I was out of sight. Sighing, I checked my reflection on my mirror quickly before using my other door to exit my room. Walking down the bunch of velvet carpeted stairs, I heard someone calling my name. I knew that very well, and I really didn't want to see him at the moment.
"Arwen!! Wait up!"
Murtagh appeared beside me, breathless. His dark hair was messed up, while his dark hazel eyes looked at me with a sheepish expression. I glanced at him coldly before I continued to walk, ignoring him. The next thing I knew was that he was beside me, the sheepish grin on his charming face. I rolled my eyes, hoping that I wouldn't fall for this trick. Again.
"'Cmon, Arwen! Are you just mad because of last night? Well, I'm sorry, okay?" I didn't answer him. We were nearly at the door to the training grounds now. Just a little bit closer…
Murtagh managed to place himself in front of me, his body blocking me. I looked at him with a cool and calm look on my face. I looked at him as if he were some random boy on the street trying to woo me. The sort of calm and annoyed look on my face didn't fade away. "Move." I glared at him now. He frowned, looking at me. He reached out to touch me and I quickly dodged it by brushing it away with a hand. He looked hurt. I didn't care. Was I jealous of Claire? Maybe. Was I angry at him? Sort of. Did I want to teach him a lesson? Yup. That was correct. Why? Because I actually don't know why, but there's something bothering me and all I can do is to take it out on him. Besides, this never would of happened if he hadn't been up all night making sounds and pissing the hell out of me. Oh, I've got a reason now. I'm teaching him a lesson on 'Never mess with Arwen's beauty sleep'.
"Arwen. Please tell me what's wrong!" He was pleading with me now. I smirked slightly, giving out a small chuckle. I felt so evil and so good. I liked it when he begged for some reason. I looked at him, my eyes were staring at him down before I answered him in a cold tone,
"What's wrong? You should know what's wrong, Murtagh. Maybe you would know why I'm so angry. Afterall, I didn't get any sleep last night at all. There's hint number one." Giving him a sharp glare, I walked past him to enter the training grounds. He was still standing there after I left. He didn't exactly come to the field right after me for he took a little while to come over. Our teacher looked slightly annoyed at Murtagh for being late. Then again, his face always looked annoyed, as if he hated teaching us. Wow, looks like we've got mutual feelings! I hate this guy too! How wonderful. I flashed him a glare before regaining my usual poker face. Grabbing the wooden sword, I got ready to fight.
Randal then signaled us to start sparring. I stood there for a moment before I watched Murtagh come at me. Lifting up my sword, I managed to stop his attack easily before pushing him away. Hard. Slashing the wooden sword at him, I made his jump away from him. I rushed at him, my sword raised and ready to attack. My face was emotionless for I had decided before that I would not let emotions stop me from winning this time. I had already imagined how it would go if the sword I was holding was real. I'm going to hit him with all I've got.
I'll skip the little boring part and go to the scene on when he ended up beating me, again. Damn, he's too strong. It's probably because he's been doing this for years. I mean, he is one year older than me…and also that he was in this very castle when he was younger too! Anyways, we had taken a little break by wiping out sweat on the towels that were provided for us. To my surprise, Randal had praised us for fighting so well. He had vowed to teach us more today. Fast forward when we had finished our lesson. Murtagh had disappeared from my sight and I'm guessing he's trying to find Claire again. I seriously don't understand what's so good about her! I mean, she's nice and all, but she can be so damn annoying. I mean, think about it. Who the hell smiles so brightly in the morning like that? When she smiles, it's almost as bright as the sun! To my nocturnal eyes, I think that's a little bit too much for me. I had given out a sigh while walking back to my room.
I heard a person calling me and so I turned. I saw a bald man running towards me and I tried not to look even more depressed than I looked. Eric, I knew it was him when he looked at me, looked worried. He placed a hand on my cool cheek and asked me in such a sweet tone,
"Are you alright? You don't look so well. You actually look really tired." I gave him a small laugh before placing my own hand on his larger one. Really, this wasn't a time to flirt, but who cared? I was already having a crappy day, so why not? I closed my eyes before answering him, "Well, I didn't get enough sleep last night. Besides, my day hasn't gone so well today…" I re opened my eyes to see that Eric looked annoyed. I rose a brow at his expression for he look like that he could kill someone.
"It's him, isn't it? He's the one that made you like this." I blinked at him. I brought his hand down from my cheek and held on to it lightly. I walked closer towards him, closing the gap between us just slightly. "Who? Oh, Murtagh? Yeah…he's part of the reason…" I absent- mindedly answered before reaching out to pat his head. I actually found it slightly addicting. He ended up leaning on me with his head on my shoulder. I stroked his baldhead gently, as if I was petting a cat. Well, he did sort of act like a cat. He growled slightly when I had mentioned the name 'Murtagh'.
"So I was right. He is the one. He's going to regret making you like this." Wow, talk about anger issues. What did Murtagh ever do to this guy to make him hate him that much? I gave Eric a small kiss on the cheek before giving him a warm smile, "Don't worry about it. I'll get over it. Thanks for the offer though, Eric." He turned slightly red before giving me a rare smile. I don't exactly know why, but I ended up kissing him on the lips afterwards. I think the end of the world is coming…to even kiss the bald guy. I mean, HE'S BALD FOR CRYNG OUT LOUD! Who seriously dates a bald guy? Oh yeah, I'm dating a bald guy. Not that I have anything against guys that happen to be bald, but really. I'm not the kind of girl who actually likes bald guys. I mean, Eric is really sweet and all but he's not all that good looking. He's not bad looking either, so I suppose that's a good thing?
I don't know what's I'm suppose to think now! Is it a good thing to date a bald guy that is deeply in love with me? Is it a bad thing that I like a bald guy that happens to hate my best friend?
I seriously have got some issues, don't I?
On my bed: Around sometime at night- I'm not so sure about the time but I know it's not really that late.
I had gone down to the kitchen to get my dinner later that afternoon. After departing with Eric, I had gone to get something to eat. Soon after that, I had come back up to write in my journal. It basically took my whole afternoon away, since I like to write neatly. God, I have no life.
Anyways, I went down stairs to the kitchen after finishing my last entry. Dinner was good I must add. I ate down at the kitchen since I didn't feel like going up back to my room. I met a new girl called Helen at the kitchen. Apparently, she's a new servant here and she's also the chef's assistant. She's really nice and I really like her. She's got nice dirty blond hair and her eyes ward a light hazel color. She's taller than me, since she's as old as Murtagh. Then again, she's only taller than me by two inches. Helen agreed with me on not liking Claire. I think that's when I started to like Helen even more.
Well, I had to say goodbye to her anyways since I had to get back upstairs. When I was walking up, I could hear some sounds of crying. It was weird, for this kind of crying was the crying that sounded in pain. I ran quickly upstairs to see what was going on and to my dreaded surprise I found the twins hovering over a curled up figure. The door happened to be slightly open and I had opened it all the way to find the horrific scene. I knocked on the door, making the twins jump in surprise. I furrowed my eyebrows at them, wondering why they would be up here for. My eyes traveled down to the moaning figure.
Murtagh.
He was curled up and holding his head while moaning in pain. I rushed to his side, pushing the twins out of my way. I quickly took Murtagh into my arms, my arms wrapped around his head protectively.
"Murtagh! Oh my god, Murtagh! Are you all right? What happened? Murtagh?" I was stuttering with my eyes were wide in horror. I really couldn't believe my eyes. His eyes were closed and his breathing was starting to slow down instead of panting. I turned towards the twins angrily. I could feel the tight pain in my chest spread, for that was causing me to feel so…angry. I narrowed my eyes at the two bald men who seemed to look at Murtagh with a wicked and sick smile on their faces.
"Why did you do this? What has he ever done to deserve this?" I snarled at them, my face was full of anger. One of the twins, I think it was Eric, said, "He deserved it. I mean, isn't he the one that gave you a bad day? He deserved some punishment, that disgusting piece of vermin." He spat out, glaring at the limp figure of Murtagh. I glared right back at him. My voice was cold and angry when I sharply said, "I didn't ask for this, did I Eric? Don't you ever hurt him like this again, got it?"
Derek, the other twin, looked at his brother as if signaling to him to stop speaking. I could feel Murtagh begin to stir in my embrace. Looking down I was just about to say something to him before I was interrupted. On cue, Claire burst into the room. One look at Murtagh, she yelled at me,
"What happened? Is he alright?"
I didn't even glace at her for my eyes were still fixed on the twins. "You two may leave." I instructed in a cool and cold manner. I turned back to the limp figure of my best friend who winced slightly when I touched his head. Claire glared at me, her pretty face turning a unpleasant red color.
"Arwen! Let me take care of him!" I didn't even look at her when I said the next thing which was, "Leave us alone." I took a small peek at her, my eyes looked at her quickly before looking back at Murtagh. I could hear Claire growl and shout at me, "I'm his girlfriend! I deserve to know what happened to him! Let me hold him! Arwen!" She shrieked at me, coming at me. I stopped her with a cold and sharp glare which would kill if it could.
"Leave us alone. Now, Claire." I repeated with the same cold tone. It was taking way too long for her to leave. I had to talk to Murtagh alone. Claire stamped her foot before yelling at me, "I'm not leaving until I can talk to Murtagh!" I took a deep breath to calm myself down. Looking her in the eye, I snapped, "If you don't go now, I'm afraid I'm going to have to make you leave."
She looked slightly frightened of me, but regained her angry look. She scoffed, "What could you do to me? I mean…" She was cut off when I heard a voice say, "Claire…please. Just leave us alone." Looking down, I saw that Murtagh had opened both of his eyes. His head was on my lap now and he was trying to get up. Claire rushed over to help him but I shoved her away.
"You heard what he said. Leave." She glared at me before looking back at Murtagh. "Murtagh…darling…" She started to say. My friend gave her a small glare before he snapped, "Go away, Claire. I'll talk to you later." The blonde haired girl looked hurt for a little bit before giving me one more glare. She ran out of the room soon after that. I rushed over to close the door before walking back towards Murtagh. He tried to stand up but nearly toppled over. I quickly helped him up and led him towards the bed. He gave me a small smile.
"Thanks."
A pang of pain struck my chest. That heart throbbing smile seemed to make me melt slightly. I loved to see him smile because it made me feel so much better. We managed to get ourselves on his bed. He lay there, silent while I gripped his larger hand tightly.
"Murtagh…Look, I'm really sorry…"
He didn't look at me when he said, "I thought you were angry at me. You never did tell me why you were angry at me. So. Tell me. What made you so upset? Was it really me?" His dark hazel colored eyes looked me in the eye. I swallowed hard before I managed to squeak out, "I'm not really sure why I was so angry at you this morning, to tell you the truth. I told you before. I was grumpy because I hardly got any sleep. Well, that was the first reason…" I muttered the last part before looking away. Murtagh chuckled gently, bringing my hand to his cheek gently. MY eyes softened when he did this loving gesture. I curled up beside him while my hand was playing with his fingertips, touching his smooth cheek softly.
"I'm really sorry, Murtagh. This is all my fault. If I hadn't told Eric that I was having a bad day…I'm the one who told him that my day started out bad because of you. I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean it." I apologized ruthlessly, I tried not to cry for the knot in my throat was beginning to feel quite tight. I looked at him, my face was still looking very worried. He was smiling back gently at me, his hand reached out to touch my cheek. He stoked it gently, before pulling me over to a hug.
"It's not your fault. The twins just hate me and they liked to torture me anyways. They did this because they had a reason this time. Otherwise, they still would of done it. It didn't matter, really." He stoked my head, running his fingers through my silky hair. My face was buried in his chest and I could smell that nice forest like smell that came off of him.
"Still…if I hadn't shown that I was depressed in front of Eric…" I trailed off, trying to think of a good excuse to tell him it was my fault he was like this. He stopped running his fingers through my hair. He pushed me off of him gently before looking me in the eye with a small frown on his face. "Arwen. Tell me, are you really going out with one of the twins?" I blinked, before I hesitated to answer. Instead of answering, I shot back,
"What about you? Are you and Claire officially a couple?" I looked back at him with the same cool look he gave me. His brows furrowed slightly before he slowly answered, "Well…we sort of are. I mean, I like her and all…but she just isn't…" He paused for a little bit before he stopped completely. I knew what he wanted to say. He probably wanted to say, " But she isn't like you.". That's why he stopped. He wants someone that is sort of like me, but isn't me. Should I be happy? Sad? Jealous? I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel anymore.
Murtagh looked back at me before he wrapped a hand around my waist. "Well? Are you going out with that twin or not?" I stared at him, unable to answer him. "Um…Well…" I started to say. I don't know why but I suddenly noticed something wet on my cheek. Murtagh looked just as surprised as me for he began to wipe away the wet tears that started to slide down my cold cheeks. "Hey. Don't cry! Why are you crying?"
"I don't know!!" I wailed, wiping the tears away angrily. "I'm not crying! There's just some water that's coming down from my eyes! I don't know why this is happening to me!" I was sobbing now, for some stupid reason. How weird. I wasn't usually the sort of girl that cried easily. It was stupid to cry. It was a weakness. I frowned while trying to dry my tears. Murtagh pulled me down again for another hug. I cried on his chest, my tears soaking up his shirt. He was hugging me tightly, his voice was soft for he kept repeating, "It's alright. Just cry. I'm here for you. I'm here for you, Arwen."
Some reason, it felt really nice to hear. When I had finished crying, I lay beside him with my hand intertwined with his. We were both quiet for a while before I broke the silence and asked quietly,
"Have you taken a shower yet?" He laughed, as she shook his head and said, "No, what about you?" I managed a grin before I laughed, "No. I'll race you though." We got off the bed trying to get our pajamas out. Both of us rushed towards the bathroom trying to see who would take a bath first. Murtagh won, the annoying guy. He's taking a bath while I write this entry. Well, I suppose it's going to be back to normal tomorrow. I sort of scared to face Eric tomorrow, not knowing what to tell him about us. Should I accept? What will he do if I decline? What happens if Claire decides to try and break Murtagh and me apart? Will she go to the extremes to try and get rid of me? Ha, as if she could. I know more spells than she could even try and memorize. That's one answer I know. The others…I'm not so sure about.
About Murtagh though…I can't even begin to describe the feeling that I have whenever he is with me. Is it love? Is it friendship? I don't know. It's the feeling that makes me feel very happy whenever I'm with him. The sort of feeling that appears whenever I'm with him. A pang of happiness is what I feel. When I see him with Claire, the feeling changes. It's as if I suddenly hate Claire for existing. My heart starts to race and my body starts to shake. I want to kill her. I could kill her without any regrets. Anger and hate is what I have when I see her with Murtagh. Is this what you call jealousy?
I think it is. Though I cannot think of a reason why.
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End of Entry 4
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Namiko-chan: So…? What did you think? Should Arwen be just 'friends' with Murtagh or get rid of Claire? Should Claire be the one for Murtagh? Arwen with one of the twins? What sort of madness is going to happen next?
Review people! Please! I'm begging you! Tell me what you think of the story so far and tell me if Arwen should go with Eric of Murtagh!
