Chapter 6: Stupid Poem
"How can you let her do this to you?" Hermione yelled at me.
"I d-"
Why am I always interrupted?
"You can't just let her go! That poem was the only way I would know that you were this much in love with her!"
That stupid poem….
There was a silence.
"Wait a minute," I said remembering, "What I'm going through with Ginny is what you're going through with Ron!"
"Is no-"
"How can you be telling me this stuff when you're doing the same thing as me?"
She sighed.
We both sat down, thinking.
"I guess we need some help." I declared. Sometimes I am way too smart!
"Well you see Ian, I already knew that, I was just thinking of how we could get this supposed 'help'."
"Why didn't you tell me that then? I've been thinking of how we could get a-"
"Ginny has totally fried your brain. I hate to be rude, but shut up!"
I glared at her, and then I paused for a moment. I inhaled and exhaled a couple of times. "Okay, I'm back."
"Good to know. Well while you have been no help whatsoever I have come up with a plan. How about we get the scoop on each other's crushes? Find out what they like, and meet up here at the same time next week?"
"Sounds like a plan Stan!" We both stood up and stretched. "Why couldn't I have been born with the smarts?"
She laughed and then said in a reporter voice, "So tell me," She paused as if to remember who she was interviewing, "Ian, what was it like to be born dumb?"
I began fake crying. "It's horrible! My parents were so disappointed! I would of given anything to have been smart! Anything!"
"Woah! Calm down Ian! You were getting way too into that! Wait, are you really crying?"
I looked up at her with a tear-streaked face, and began laughing. "No, but I've always been told I was a good actor."
She began laughing too. "I have to give you credit for that. So, see you tomorrow?"
"Yep." We then made our way up to our rooms.
I opened the door and jumped on my bed. Sweet Sleep here I come!
A/N: No lyrics in this one either! Sorry! R/R!