It's Not Just Because He's Famous!
*ThE sO cAlLeD dAtE*
"Ginny?" some guy I assumed was David asked me. I was standing next to a lamp pole and i whirled around. I tall brown haired brown eyed boy stood gazing at me. He was in hufflepuff.
I smiled and nodded, "Yea I'm Ginny. You must be David."
"You look great. What made you change your look?" Oh good he doesn't know about Harry and the scheme. That can make a mess. We walked towards the sweets shop.
"Oh nothing really. I just decided it was time for one." I smiled and he looked at me and said "Well it's made you beautiful.
"Oh. So do you like music?" I was confused on why he would ask.
"Yes. Why do you ask David?"
"Because I play the guitar." I now noticed a bag he carried.
"Really? That's cool." I was feeling a little uncomfortable now. I tripped and he caught me I looked and he wa smiling. This guy is weird I thought to myself.
"Sit." He told me while pointing to the bench. I sat and he took out his guitar. "This is just a little diddy I made up for you as we were talking."
He started strumming kind of slow and first but than it was a little fast.
"I love you.
Oh Ginny, how I do.
Your lips so soft
So red----
Oh girl you drive me crazy.
Flipping your hair
Giving me that deep stare.
Oh how you blush and laugh
Your smile drives wild!
Oh Ginny
I love you----"
I was slightly scared now. The song was really fast and rock 'n' roll -ish. "That was... well it was nice." I lied.
"You hated it didn't you? Great. Least you could of been less obvious. I have to go now." He muttered. He strided away and glared at me.
As he was talking to himself as he left I caught a little of it. "Most beautiful... hates my song... me... retarded...never talk.. again..."
"Oh oh," I sighed as Lucy rushed up to me. She had just come out of a store and sayw the expression on my face.
"What did you do? Huh? I demand you yell me right now," she yelled in a whisper.
"Calm down. Don't have a cow. Well he started playing this song.......................... and he went off." I left out the muttering part, but I don't know why.
"Next step in this make over is to teach you how to tell white lies," instructed Luce.
"No. Why?"
"So you don't hurt guys feelings when they try to do something nice." she explained like she was telling a two year old that 1+1=2.
"If they don't like me just cause I don't like one little detail about them like how they play music, then they're not for me. I bet 'he' wouldn't mind if I told him I hated the way he played the guitar." I retorted
"He doesn't play the guitar," said Lucy stupidly.
"You just totally missed the point. I'm going now." I rolled my eyes and walked away. I was sort of proud that I stood up for myself. On the way to perfection.
"Hey Ginny!" some one called and I twirled around.
*ThE sO cAlLeD dAtE*
"Ginny?" some guy I assumed was David asked me. I was standing next to a lamp pole and i whirled around. I tall brown haired brown eyed boy stood gazing at me. He was in hufflepuff.
I smiled and nodded, "Yea I'm Ginny. You must be David."
"You look great. What made you change your look?" Oh good he doesn't know about Harry and the scheme. That can make a mess. We walked towards the sweets shop.
"Oh nothing really. I just decided it was time for one." I smiled and he looked at me and said "Well it's made you beautiful.
"Oh. So do you like music?" I was confused on why he would ask.
"Yes. Why do you ask David?"
"Because I play the guitar." I now noticed a bag he carried.
"Really? That's cool." I was feeling a little uncomfortable now. I tripped and he caught me I looked and he wa smiling. This guy is weird I thought to myself.
"Sit." He told me while pointing to the bench. I sat and he took out his guitar. "This is just a little diddy I made up for you as we were talking."
He started strumming kind of slow and first but than it was a little fast.
"I love you.
Oh Ginny, how I do.
Your lips so soft
So red----
Oh girl you drive me crazy.
Flipping your hair
Giving me that deep stare.
Oh how you blush and laugh
Your smile drives wild!
Oh Ginny
I love you----"
I was slightly scared now. The song was really fast and rock 'n' roll -ish. "That was... well it was nice." I lied.
"You hated it didn't you? Great. Least you could of been less obvious. I have to go now." He muttered. He strided away and glared at me.
As he was talking to himself as he left I caught a little of it. "Most beautiful... hates my song... me... retarded...never talk.. again..."
"Oh oh," I sighed as Lucy rushed up to me. She had just come out of a store and sayw the expression on my face.
"What did you do? Huh? I demand you yell me right now," she yelled in a whisper.
"Calm down. Don't have a cow. Well he started playing this song.......................... and he went off." I left out the muttering part, but I don't know why.
"Next step in this make over is to teach you how to tell white lies," instructed Luce.
"No. Why?"
"So you don't hurt guys feelings when they try to do something nice." she explained like she was telling a two year old that 1+1=2.
"If they don't like me just cause I don't like one little detail about them like how they play music, then they're not for me. I bet 'he' wouldn't mind if I told him I hated the way he played the guitar." I retorted
"He doesn't play the guitar," said Lucy stupidly.
"You just totally missed the point. I'm going now." I rolled my eyes and walked away. I was sort of proud that I stood up for myself. On the way to perfection.
"Hey Ginny!" some one called and I twirled around.