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Gala, my owl, brought me lots of mail today. I took of the letters off her legs and found two wedding invitations, from Emily Tyson, a good friend from Ravenclaw. The invitatons were addressed to Oliver and I. I remembered Emily, she was a good friend while we were at Hogwarts. I last saw her last year, at Alicia and George's New Year Eve's party. Since then on, we sent letters back and forth. She told me that she was dating a man named Travis Baker, and that is who she is going to marry.
Since the walk-down-the-aisle-incident two days ago, Oliver did not talk to me and I didn't talk to him at all. He spent his time at work, and the rest probably with Amanda. As for me, I went to work, even on my days off, and then hung out with Alicia and Angelina. Personally, I'd rather be hanging out with Oliver, especially since it's all about the wedding, the wedding, and the wedding these days with those two Bridezillas.Too bad I'm not talking to him.
Anyway, Roger asked me out on a date last night. It was quite nice, until we got to the part where the waiter accidentally puts cashew nuts on my food. I'm alergic to cashew. Which is why I am in bed with a sore throat and aching stomach and legs. He came to my flat earlier and apologized a trillion times. He just left five minutes ago. I thought it was very sweet of him and I don't blame him at all. I blame the waiter.
Oliver doesn't know that I'm sick. Maybe I should talk to him and apologize for yelling at him. Angelina and Alicia are still angry at him for dating that scarlet woman. Yesterday, she was wearing this miniskirt, and when she bent down to reach for something, you can see her bums. Ew, gross. Double, and triple, and quadruple gross. And quintdruple and...yeah, you get my point, don't you?
"Congratulations, Emily! I'm so happy for you!" I exclaimed as I hugged Emily. Now is the reception of Emily's wedding. Roger couldn't come, because he said he has some business trip for three days. Alright. But guess who came! Angelina and Fred, Alicia and George, of course. But guess who! Oliver and that slut, Amanda. This makes me so angry, because I'm alone and jealous. Yes, you heard me. I'm jealous of that scarlet woman because she's hapilly dancing in Oliver's arm. Ange and Fred are on the dance floor, along with Alicia and George. I came to Emily's table to congratulate her and Travis. After, I went back to our table, where I'm sitting with Angelina and Fred and Alicia and George and Oliver and Amanda.
The song became a tad faster, and Oliver and Amanda went to sit down. The bimbo sat herself next to me, while Oliver was right on her other side.
"Wedding's a bit tacky, isn't it? Blue and pink? Please," she said. How rude!
"I think it's rather beautiful," I implied with an icy tone.
"Yes, yes, of course you'd think so," she replied. What's that suppose to mean, woman!
"Amanda, do you want to dance again?" asked Oliver. For this once, I don't mind her and Oliver together on the dance floor as long as she's away from me.
"Oh, no. I'm chatting to Katie! Anyway, Kate," who calls me Kate? "Isn't he adorable?" she finished, pinching Oliver's cheek. Quite funny actually, because I can see Oliver being annoyed.
"He's a doll," I said, and I gulped my butterbeer.
"I know! We met at the Puddlemere United office, and he asked me if Coach Parker was calling him. And then I just had to ask him out! And here he is, with me and mine," she finished by a sigh. What is he, some kind of object you see at a store that you just have to have?
"Great. I have to use the loo," I said, getting up and heading to the restroom. I left, rolling my eyes. Halfway down my way to the restroom, I hear a voice calling my name.
"Kates!" called Oliver. I turned around. What does he want now?
"Look, Kates, you're killing me by not talking to me. And I miss you. And I'm sorry for whatever happened," he said sincerely.
"Do you even know what you're sorry for?" I asked angrily. I have every right to be angry, because he's annoying me by going wit Amanda.
"Yes. I'm sorry I bad mouthed Roger. And sorry I got mad at you for being with Roger. You have every right to yell at me. And sorry about Amanda, if she's done some wrong things to you," he explained. Aw, Oliver, I wanna hug you right now! And I did.
"I'm sorry too. Sorry I yelled at you," I said after I released him.
"Good. So are we back to being best friends now?" he asked with a smile.
"I should hope so," I said, smiling slightly.
"Great. Because I don't know what I'll do if I lose you," he said. Really?
"Thanks. That means so much," I said, hugging him again. But then a woman in a very short dress with blonde hair was coming towards us. Way to ruin a moment!
"You...uh, you should go. Amanda's coming," I said sadly. I hope he didn't notice it, though.
"Yeah. Well, see you later," he said, kissing my cheek. YES!
"Later," I said, and I heded for the bathroom.
Wedding was great last night. Emily and Travis really went big. But I guess that's over, because this morning, I had to lazily drag myself out of bed and to get ready to work. I've been thinking about Roger this morning. I felt horrible. I felt like I'm just using him to get even with Oliver. So maybe I should start trying to really like him. So I have been convinving myself for twelfe hours that I like Roger Davies and I would be extremely hurt if he left me or something. Ever sice I opened the shop at eight this morning, I've been forcing myself to think about Roger, Roger, and Roger. So I like Roger. For 12 hours. Do you know how hard that is? Replacing the one you love with someone that you kind of like? Major sacrifice, if you ask me.
I put down my apron at the end of the day and told Jean I'm going home. I wanted to apparate, but I felt like walking to Fred and George's store to see Angelina and Alicia and maybe swing by Florean Frotescue's Ice Cream Parlor. On my was there, I saw a man that looks exactly like Roger holding hands with a woman with shortbrown hair. What?
I came to take a closer look, and I was right. It was Roger, and he kissed the girl right there on the spot. I have been spending my day thinking about him and all, and this is what I get? Personally, I was deeply hurt. I can feel my heart being stabbed with a dagger for about 25 times. I didn't know what else to do, so I just ran home. I ran, not apparate. I didn't even care that I was crying. Hard.
I slammed the front door of our flat open and Oliver was in the living room, looking shocked. I looked at him for a nano-second and rand to my room and locked the door. I threw myself on my bed and sang to myself.
"Hold on, little girl, show me what he's done to you..."
Knock knock. "Kates?"
"Stand up, little girl, a broken heart can't be that bad..."
"Katie, you okay? I'm coming in! Alohomora!"
The door opened and Oliver appeared at the door. I didn't give a care at the moment.
"When it's through, it's through. Fate will twist the both of you..."
"Katie? What happpened?" he sat on the bed. No answer from me, I just kept singing horribly. I didn't care.
"So come on baby, come on over, let me be the one to show you..."
"I'm the one who wants to be with you...Deep inside I hope you feel it too...Waiting on the line of greens and blues...Just to be the next to be with you," he sang along.
"Build up your confidence, so you can be on top for once...Who cares about little boys that talk to much...I've seen it all go down, your game of love is all rained out...So come on baby, come on over, let me be the one to hold you..." we finished. Feeling better, I sat up.
"Can you be brutally honest to me Oliver?" I asked, trying to hold my tears.
"Yeah, sure," he asked, dumbfounded.
"Why is it that every man that I like always choose another girl over me?" I asked. I couldn't hold it anymore. This always happens to me. I just want to know why. I feel like something's wrong with me.
"Shh...come here," soother Oliver. He moved closer to me and wrapped me with his arms. He stroke my back and I honestly felt safe and no one could ever hurt me. Protected. And at home. The 'at home' part is really weird, but that's how I felt. Like that's where I belong. I bet he was hugging me for like...5 minutes, and I spoke up.
"You never answered me," I said.
"Come on, no one's ever done that. If they did, they must be idiotic," he replied. Are you calling yourself idiotic, Oliver Wood?
"I mean, I know that I'm not the most beautiful person in the universe, but if you don't be with me, then just tell me, you know?" I sobbed. I wept my tears away, and he hugged me even tighter.
"Kates, you are not ugly. Honestly, you're beautiful. And you should know that, because I do," he said. Aw...
"You meant that?" I asked, not believing what I just heard.
"Every word of it," he said,"What kind of bloke wouldn't want you? You're smart, witty, simple, energetic, pretty, and honest. And loyal." Apparently not you.
"You forgot clumsy and too honest," I added and we both laughed.
"At times, yes," he said, after considering it,"see? you're funny too! And you can laugh about yourself. Not many people can do that."
I guess I am a good person after all. Pretty much. He released me and smiled at me. I smiled back. Just then...
"Ollie darling! Yoo-hoo!" called Amanda from the living room. Or fireplace. To my surprise, Oliver groaned.
"Can I ask you something?" he turned to me.
"Sure," I replied.
"How do you break up with a person who just practically glues themselves to you?" he asked again. I grinned. Is he really going to do this?
"Are you serious?" I asked. He nodded, and I swear, that has to be the happiest moment in my life!
"I mean, for the record, she asked me out. Then all she talks about are other men, clothes, and shoes. No Quidditch whatsoever," he said in an annoyed tone. That is so typical Oliver. Wants a woman with some Quidditch knowledge.
"Yeah, well, that's women for you," I said. I'm not going to tell him how to dump her, I wanna watch and see how he does this. Ought to be good! Popcorn, anyone?
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