15 February
History of Magic
I'm guessing Oliver got my letter because he looked pretty sullen during breakfast. Trying to be the Independent Woman that I thought I was, I decided to pretend like I didn't notice. It worked for a while, until stupid Percy brought it up. You'd think with his grades he'd have some common sense.
"What's wrong Oliver?" Stupid Percy asked.
..:::insert inaudible mumble here:::… Oliver replied.
"Do you know what's wrong with him Brigid?" Percy asked. I glared at him, and when I say glared, it was enough to burn a hole straight through those horn rimmed glasses of his, and given the time, I probably would've.
That's the time where he looked at his plate and started eating again.
Although, I do have to say, however out of place this might be at this time, that Oliver is REALLY HOT when he's depressed. I know, I'm mean. I might keep him like this just so that I can gawk at him…no! NO! My conscience yells at me.
20 February
Today is my birthday. And…it was a HaPpY OnE! Hee, I'm playing with the different colored ink that Rowena gave me, it's quite pretty actually. Anyway, I got cornered…
"Brigid…" His voice is not as strong as I remember.
"Yeah Oliver?" I replied, trying not to sound too hopeful, or, well, anything, I guess.
"Look, whatever you saw that made you dump me like that wasn't what it seemed okay." Oliver said. This made me somewhat angry again.
"Yeah, right. I saw you and Angelina." I replied about to walk off.
"You didn't see me pushing her away before that." Oliver said. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "Yeah, that's right. You heard me, I pushed her away."
You know what I did? Do you want to know what I did? I walked right up to him and kissed him, kissed him!
After two breathless minutes, he looked at me. "You know, I never got to tell you that, you're a REALLY unique girl. Beautiful, funny and yet, oddly disturbing at times." He grins and then kisses my forehead. "I got you a present."
…Ahhh, the present isn't important. It's the Adonis…
Sort of like Liv, the brand of cat food isn't important, as long as there's a lot of it.
And on another note, who wants to explain why I always compare my life to my cat?
A/N: HEE HEE! I feel it!! I FEEEL the power.
History of Magic
I'm guessing Oliver got my letter because he looked pretty sullen during breakfast. Trying to be the Independent Woman that I thought I was, I decided to pretend like I didn't notice. It worked for a while, until stupid Percy brought it up. You'd think with his grades he'd have some common sense.
"What's wrong Oliver?" Stupid Percy asked.
..:::insert inaudible mumble here:::… Oliver replied.
"Do you know what's wrong with him Brigid?" Percy asked. I glared at him, and when I say glared, it was enough to burn a hole straight through those horn rimmed glasses of his, and given the time, I probably would've.
That's the time where he looked at his plate and started eating again.
Although, I do have to say, however out of place this might be at this time, that Oliver is REALLY HOT when he's depressed. I know, I'm mean. I might keep him like this just so that I can gawk at him…no! NO! My conscience yells at me.
20 February
Today is my birthday. And…it was a HaPpY OnE! Hee, I'm playing with the different colored ink that Rowena gave me, it's quite pretty actually. Anyway, I got cornered…
"Brigid…" His voice is not as strong as I remember.
"Yeah Oliver?" I replied, trying not to sound too hopeful, or, well, anything, I guess.
"Look, whatever you saw that made you dump me like that wasn't what it seemed okay." Oliver said. This made me somewhat angry again.
"Yeah, right. I saw you and Angelina." I replied about to walk off.
"You didn't see me pushing her away before that." Oliver said. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "Yeah, that's right. You heard me, I pushed her away."
You know what I did? Do you want to know what I did? I walked right up to him and kissed him, kissed him!
After two breathless minutes, he looked at me. "You know, I never got to tell you that, you're a REALLY unique girl. Beautiful, funny and yet, oddly disturbing at times." He grins and then kisses my forehead. "I got you a present."
…Ahhh, the present isn't important. It's the Adonis…
Sort of like Liv, the brand of cat food isn't important, as long as there's a lot of it.
And on another note, who wants to explain why I always compare my life to my cat?
A/N: HEE HEE! I feel it!! I FEEEL the power.