A/N: Haley and Brittany back in action after a long break. Sorry about that painfully long wait. We haven't had time to update in a LONG time. This makes us feel like horrible people, but school is more important, sadly. Hope you enjoy this wonderous story we've created, thanks for reading.
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Hating the Enemy
Chapter 3: The Flashback
..:Parson:..
The school is buzzing with excitement. I guess it is because of the upcoming ball. To me, it's like everyone has taken extra happy pills. Every time a boy walks by a group of girls they start giggling and whispering. Brand and his friends also have seemed to become more popular with the girls, if that's even possible. I should ask Brand how many girls have tried to make him ask them to the ball. So far, I've had three guys ask me, all that I turned down. I feel bad, but they were losers. People are getting distracted from work and have disturbed the class. That is why right now in History class people are throwing paper at each other. How come Professor Binns doesn't realize what is going on around him? He keeps droning on and on. I need to know what he is talking about. I can't get behind in this class! I've tried many times to quiet everyone down. However, they find some other ways to horse around and disturb my learning time. Maybe the ball wasn't that great of an idea...
..:Brand:..
That's the thirteenth person to ask me to the ball today. The grand total is sixty-seven. I have even had four guys ask me. That was disturbing. Most people know I don't play for the other team, but it doesn't matter to some people. There is one person I am particularly dreading running into, knowing she will ask me and not take "no" for an answer. Lyre Eberlee. She is really scaring me this year. It's like she is on a rampage and I can't stop her. I think she likes me, a lot. Lyre is intimidating with everything she has been doing. I think if I didn't run away from her, she would try to...touch me. I didn't know that Lyre was such a...skank. Around me, she has always been really innocent and nice and sweet, but this year...I am damn scared. Already, she has attempted to kiss me many times and, like I said, she tried to touch me inappropriately. I had no idea what to do when she tried that. My tactic was just to run and keep running when I see her. In order to avoid her skankiness, I have already agreed to go to Hogsmeade with her because she wouldn't leave me alone. I made a deal, stop acting weird, and I would go with her to Hogsmeade. Initially, I had not meant for it to be a date, but she took it like that. At least she hasn't started to call me her boyfriend yet, or ask me to the Ball. That would cause me to keel over dead. Oh god, she coming. I point her out to my friends; she is obviously looking for me. Fletcher and Kaison nod their heads, and I turn and run.
Fletch and Kai walk up to Lyre to distract while I make my get away. I was really hoping for some lunch. Too bad.
..:Parson:..
I'm just getting out of History of Magic when someone running comes knocking all my books out of my hands, also making me tumble to the ground. Merlin, doesn't anyone watch where they are going! I've seen more of the ground then I would like to this year!
"Excuse me, but no running in the halls. You want to know why? BECAUSE YOU KNOCK PEOPLE DOWN! You need to watch where you are going! I'm giving you a warning, but ne..." I start yelling, I don't even know who the person is. I'm in a crappy mood today, so my temper is on the edge. This moron just caused it to explode. I look at the person and see Brand. I groan. Why in the hell was he running? I look over at the direction he was coming and see Lyre making her way over to where Brand and I were sprawled on the floor. I smirk and look at Brand. He has the look of horror on his face. He's trying to get away. I will not let him escape, he pushed me to the ground and now he will pay! Revenge is sweet!
..:Brand:..
SHIT!
I climb off of Parson and take off down the corridor. A slap echoes down the hall and I cringe. I hope for everyone's sake that Lyre didn't just slap Parson. Crap, I am so screwed. This kinda sucks. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten off of Parson. That might have gotten Lyre off my back. No running away is easier. Running still, I find myself in front of the Head's chambers. Quickly opening the door, I slam it shut behind me and slide against the closed door. I am safe now. Several minutes later, I am shoved out of the way by the door swinging open. My eyes meet Parson's tear filled ones. Climbing to my feet, I reach out to see if she is all right.
..:Parson:..
Bloody hell! I can't believe my sister just slapped me. I didn't do anything wrong. I wonder why she slapped me. I think she said something about how I was always flirting with Brand, letting him get away, trying to steal him for myself, and something about how I just yelled at Brand. Okay, my sister has issues. However, she has finally cracked. Those are the stupidest reasons I have heard and then she slaps me. I'm not even competition! I just started at her after being humiliated in the hall in front of everyone. I turn to her and glare.
"How dare you slap me! You know Brand and I are enemies. I would never like the bastard! You were there the night of the incident! SO WHY IN THE HELL ARE YOU GOING AROUND CALLING ME A BITCH AND SLAPPING ME FOR STUPID REASONS! I'm your sister! I have some advice for you. You need to grow up because Brand will never look at you with affection. He will only see you as a little sister!" after I was done yelling at my sister, I stormed off to the Heads Room. Tears started to cascade down my face. Why did I deserve that? It's all Brand's fault my sister has turned on me. I enter and I start walking to my room, praying that Brand hasn't seen me crying. My face is burning from the slap and I'm sure it is red. I look up and I see Brand. We make eye contact. Merlin, this day is just getting worse. I try to move faster to my room, when Brand reaches out. He engulfs me in a hug and all I can do is to start crying.
..:Brand:..
I hold her until her crying dies out. Never would I have imagined I would do something like this... It's nice, but I never would have believed I would do this. My arms are still around Parson when she looks into my eyes. I smile at her and let go, allowing her to go into her room. A while later, I knock on her door and tell her that we have to get to classes and she comes out of her room, refreshed, the tears gone. Smiling again, I let her exit the Common Room first. We walk down the corridor together, both knowing that we will never tell anyone about our little hug in the Head's quarters. It was just too weird to ever talk about it and to tell anyone, except maybe our best friends, but still I don't think even they would understand.
Hogsmeade tomorrow, that's gonna be fun, not. I can't believe I have to face Lyre after what happened today. I am stupid. Maybe I should say something to Lyre about maybe being a little nicer to her sister. What she did today, the slapping and the name calling, wasn't cool. I don't want to accept that innocent little Lyre would do that either. She has always been so much like a little sister. It feels wrong for her to do these sort of things...
..:Parson:..
I'm sitting in my Potions class and I can't stop thinking about what happened back in the Heads Room. I know that I will never tell a soul about the hug. It would probably freak Hallyn out and my parents would be thrilled to hear that Brand and I are getting along. I can't tell my sister because she would do something worse than name calling and bitch slapping. Sigh...it was nice. He smelled of fresh laundry and cologne. I love that smell. It made me feel at peace. By the time I was done crying his shoulder was all soaked. I bet he did a drying spell on it. He was kind, even though it was really all his fault for having Lyre go all bitchy on me. Now I'm in a much better mood. I need to find a date to come with the ball with me. So far ten more guys have asked me. I refused all. I need the perfect guy to ask me, so far, he hasn't shown up. Hogsmeade trip is tomorrow. It should be fun. I will have to go boy scouting while I'm there.
..:Brand:..
At dinner that night, I eat quickly, so I can vacate the Hall in an attempt to avoid Lyre. I'm not too keen on finding out what she will say about what happened earlier. The guys eat quickly, too, so we can make our way to the Ravenclaw Common Room, the one place we are safe. Fellow Ravenclaw females are still a problem, but I don't have to deal with Parson or Lyre. I think that maybe, without doing anything wrong, I have caused a family feud. Lyre has turned into a predator this year, and I'm not entirely positive why...Other than that she likes me, a lot. Her slapping her sister was uncalled for, however. Does anyone know why she hit her sister because I have problems looking where I'm going while running away from her? I sure don't.
Damn, Lyre is coming in the Hall and I duck behind Fletch and Kai, trying to hide myself. She's spotted me and I fake a smile. When I ask how she is, she puts her hand on my chest and tells me she's fine. I laugh uncomfortably and tell her I have to go to the bathroom and that I will see her tomorrow. Lyre pouts and I make my get away. Once we are in the Seventh Year Ravenclaw Boy's dormitory, we are safe. No one, but my former room mates will bother us here, and I am fine with them because I spent the last six years sharing this space with the same people. You get used to those people being around.
"That wench sure can come on strong, can't she?" Fletcher asks, smirking as he leans against his headboard. I nod in agreement and they feel my pain for having to spend my entire Hogsmeade trip with her. All three of us know I would rather spend it with the rest of the gang, but I can't really back out now. However, Lyre isn't really sticking to our agreement. I sigh and shake my head, resting in on Fletch's footboard.
..:Parson:..
After dinner, Hallyn and I sit in her dorm and catch up on some things. Luckily, the room is empty and I'm allowed to spill everything I've been feeling this month. Hallyn's an angel and has listened to my ranting for the past half hour.
"So, let me get this straight. Your sister slapped you just because she thinks you are trying to steal Brand? And you read all these horrible things in your sister's diary about how much she thinks is wrong with you and her undying passion for Stryker?" She questions me. Golly, it seems like I haven't talked to her in ages. I nod.
"Your life is taking an interesting turn here," She laughs and gives me a comforting hug as I continue my talking about every single detail about my life, well, almost everything. Some things are going to be kept quiet for now.
"Are you and Rhys going to the Ball?" I ask, I kind of want to stop talking about me and hear what's going on with her.
She giggles, "Yeah, it's going to be so much fun! I can't wait. You came up with a great idea. You can tell everyone is excited about the dance. Hey are you going with anyone? How many people have asked you so far?"
"Well, so far, about thirty morons have asked me to the ball. I refused them all. I can't seem to find one guy that I would be interested in going with. If I can't find someone to go with soon, I might have to go with Chad Whiley. Or maybe Kaison Wemyss," I told her with a bored expression.
"Oh my! Chad Whiley and Kaison asked you to the dance! They are really popular and not to say good looking, too," she add that part and wiggled her eyebrows. I just snorted at her. Like I really cared. To me they were both losers who need to get a life. We spent most of the evening talking about the dance and the Hogsmeade trip, which is tomorrow. It's nice to be able to talk with Hallyn again. She's my best friend and she will always be there with me, especially now with my problems with Brand and Lyre.
..:Brand:..
The next day, the day of the Hogsmeade trip, dawns bright and sunny. Possibly the last thing I want to do is get out of bed and face the day ahead. Lyre is waiting for me at breakfast, stealing a spot at the Ravenclaw table. Vulture I tell you. When breakfast is finished we enter the city of Hogsmeade and have a pretty nice time for a while. We laughed and talked like we used to before she turned on the skank. I think that maybe Lyre was just feeling the pressure of school and the work load, then she stops me in the middle of Hogsmeade with the entire school watching us and leans in closer to me. I feel her breath on my ear. She whispers, "You won't think of me as a sister after this." Then she grabs my head and yanks it down and forcefully kisses me. I fail at trying to pull away and she takes that to mean that I want her. Lyre deepens the kiss and won't let go.
..:Parson:..
I come out of Honeydukes with my new whole stock of candy. My favorite is the sugar quills. I can't get enough of them. I could eat a whole box in one day. Hmm..delicious. Anyways, I'm heading to the joke shop when I hear this giant gasp. I mean a gasp that was made by like this huge population of Hogwarts girls. I look behind me to see what all the commotion was about and I gasp, too. Because right in the center of Hogsmeade are two people snogging away. Those two people happen to be Brand and...Lyre. I nearly pass out. I can't believe this. My heart feels all torn apart and I can't breath right. I want desperately to run away and cry. However, I do just the opposite. I storm up to them.
"THIRTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR AND RAVENCLAW FOR PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AFFECTION!" okay, I'm over reacting, but I'm really upset right now. This is causing me to do drastic things. Lyre pulls away and stares at me. There seems to be a mixture of anger, but mainly satisfaction. I just glare at Lyre. I can't even look at Brand. I don't know why I'm so upset. I think it's because of him being friendly with me yesterday when my sister slapped me and now he is kissing Lyre. It's all too complicated. I want to leave, but I kinda got myself into a mess and I can't back down.
..:Brand:..
Crap. I can understand taking away points and all, but she doesn't have to yell. It's not like it was my fault, I even tried to pull away. Lyre has this look of total satisfaction on her face and she sneers something I can't hear at her sister. A cat fight is about to break out. I step in to break it up and Parson pushes me out of the way. Stumbling backwards, I see Parson slap her sister across the face. Ouch, that had to hurt. Lyre is about to slap back when Parson runs away. I walk up to Lyre who is angry. Once I know she is okay, I follow Parson and Hallyn, her friend, and my friends follow me. I think everyone is anxious to see how this will unfold. Lyre follows, too, and I don't stop her. When other people start to come as well I turn around.
"Mind your own business, people, and get back to whatever you were doing. This is no concern of yours. If I catch anyone following us, I fill take away ten points from their House, got it?" I see a collective nod and began my chase after Parson once more. I've noticed Kaison has taken off ahead of me...
..:Parson:..
I had to get away from that place. I just slapped my sister. I don't know why. My anger just got out of control. I'm so embarrassed! All these people were watching and I made a fool of myself. I can't go back there. I need to get away. Of course, with my rambling thoughts I have no idea where I ran to. I sigh and just stand there with the wind blowing at my fast. I start taking deep breaths, so I could start breathing properly again. I hear footsteps behind me. It's Kaison. He's come up to me and tries to envelop me in a comforting hug. I find it anything but calming, so I move out of it. Soon later a whole group of people coming running in. Brand in the lead. He's brought his friend Fletcher. Hallyn and Rhys have shown up. Also...Lyre has come walking into the scene. I have a feeling that this is going to be a very unpleasant moment.
..:Brand:..
We finally reach her and I push Kaison out of the way. He protests but I ignore him. He isn't my concern right now. I have to solve this problem between the Eberlee sisters. A rift has formed under our noses and I think it is my fault. If I had any idea this had been going on I would have nipped it in the bud. I grasp Parson's elbow and she tries to pull away, but I won't let her. This needs explaining.
"What the hell was that about, Parson? I didn't want it to happen, but I couldn't help it. Why did you slap your sister?" I growl. Again, I choose to ignore the people around us when Lyre makes an outrage sound. She can't possibly think I want to be with her in that way. Parson doesn't answer and I grab her other elbow. "Answer me."
..:Parson:..
"I hate you," I whispered. Tears started to build up in my eyes, but I wouldn't let the shame of them falling down my cheeks. Brand just looked at me confused. I continued, "Every time that we become friends you find some way of screwing it up. Like when we were best friends and just now you destroyed it by kissing Lyre. I can't look at you. You disgust me."
Okay, I know this wasn't the question he was asking, but this is how I feel right now. I'm going to start rambling about stupid stuff. I bet when I look back on this, I will see myself as a selfish girly girl. Letting my emotions getting in the way of common sense.
..:Brand:..
I feel my eyes become sharp from anger. When I release her elbows, I give her a slight push and she stumbles backwards, the tears finally falling down her cheeks. I shake my head and go to turn around, but Fletch stops me. He has a compassionate look in his eyes and I glare at him. "Let go," I say coldly. Fletcher just smiles infuriatingly and shakes his head, turning me to face Parson. Shoving me forward he speaks.
"I think it's time you two let everything out. You are the only two people in the this whole world that knows what really happened that day and I think it's time for a long due discussion," he stops and looks around. "Plus, we all want to know the whole truth, not that half-assed excuse of a story you told me all those years ago." His smile widens into a grin. How can he grin at a time like this? That's Fletcher for you. Parson and I just have a glaring contest, neither wanting to be the first to explain the painful events of ten years ago.
..:Parson:..
I finally decided that I should break the silence. "Well, if it wasn't you and your stupid prank maybe we still would have been friends. Why did you even do it? Let me guess…BECAUSE YOU ARE A SCHEMING BASTARTD!" Okay maybe that was a little rash. I need to calm down. I take a deep breath and continue, "We were having such a great time that day. Why did you leave me stuck in the tree?"
.:Flashback:.
"Brand, let's see how high up we can go!" a little red head said turning to the boy beside her. He stared back at the giant oak. Suddenly an idea popped into his head.
" How about you climb it and I will tell you how close you are to getting to the top?" he glanced at her with his piercing blue eyes.
The pretty little girl, smiled. "That's a great idea! Okay here I go," she said.
She climbed up and up, from limb to limb. "Boy, this tree seems to go on forever," she mumbled to herself, reaching out for another branch. As she reached she felt something pull at her pale green dress. She looked back and found a branch had torn straight through the material. The girl, Parson, sat down on a branch and she attempted to untangle her dress. The more she moved the fabric, the more stuck it became.
"Wow, your really high up there Parson!" exclaimed Brand.
"I know," she snapped back, "but I'm stuck and I don't know if I will be able to get down. Can you go get my dad?"
"Ok Parson. Are you sure you will be all right being by yourself?" he asked her.
"YES! Now just get my dad. It looks like it might rain any minute," she yelled at him. He walked away from the tree to go get help.
……….:………..
Brand ran back to his mansion, until he was out of sight of Parson. Once he couldn't see her anymore, he began walking. He entered the house and his mother was talking to Tallys Eberlee, Parson's mother.
"Where is Parson, honey?" His mom asked.
"She's climbing trees," he told, smiling to himself as he walked into the living room, where he started a long series of games of Exploding Snaps.
……….:……….
Parson is still stuck in the tree a couple hours later. She is starting to panic. It's growing dark and the sky is starting to get grayish. She looks around. 'Brand has to be lost. I mean my best friend wouldn't leave me out here for this long. He wouldn't! I know he wouldn't.' Parson thought to herself. She started shivering as the wind picked up. She felt wet splashes on her arms and looked up to see that it was raining.
………..:………..
Several hours later, Brand's head snapped up. Parson. Uh-oh, I left her in that tree. It's been hours. I was going to call attention to her being stuck a long time ago, he thought to himself. Brand tore through the house in search of Galahad Eberlee and his own father, Aizak. Not finding anyone, but Lyre playing with dolls he started to call out.
"Papa! Papa! PAPA! Where are you, Papa?" He yelled, running through the corridors of his home. Aizak and Galahad threw open the door and were in the hall instantly, hearing Brand's call. "Papa!"
"What's wrong, son?"
"It's Parson! She was climbing a tree and she got stuck and I came back to get help and played a prank and was only going to leave her out there for half an hour and then I forgot and she's still in the tree and it's raining! WE HAVE TO GO GET HER!" The boy cried out hysterically. He didn't stop to breathe through all of this then he started tugging on his father's sleeve and all three took off into the forest minutes later to find the little girl.
They found her and Mr. Eberlee pulled his daughter's limp form out of the tree and Brand was crying, seeing his best friend in this state. He felt so stupid for letting this happen. What kind of best friend does that?
……….:……….
Parson was mad. Her best friend had left her in the tree for six hours. Being left in the cold and rain resulted her to get a horrible cold. She has been stuck in bed for three full days. Parson's cold caused a whole mountain of tissues to appear in her bedroom.
Brand came over and tried to say he was sorry and told a story about how he forgot she was in the tree. However, Parson wouldn't hear any of the nonsense he was telling her. She didn't believe a single thing he said. Parson's stubborn streak became alive and nobody would make her believe that Brand was innocent. He betrayed her and for this he was going to pay.
End Of Flashback
I look up after being done with telling my view of the incident. I look at everyone and see that they are shocked at the truth. I turn my head to Brand. He looks like he is going to explode.
..:Brand:..
I can't believe her. How dare she make it seem like this was entirely myfault. It's not like she died. When I finally speak my voice is cold as Antarctica, "Don't even pretend that what I did was half as bad what you did. A three-day cold is tolerable. You know what you did broke my heart and ground it into the dirt. It was the last thing I had. He taught me to fly on that broom and you just had to ruin it." My eyes narrow from pure and utter hate. As I will her to burn in hell I begin my part of our little deal. "She came to visit when she was better..."
FlashbackBrand sat at the kitchen table of his home, color crayons spread all over the place. In front of his concentrated little face as picture of Parson and himself holding hands. They were smiling and in the corner, in the clumsy handwriting of a child his age was scrawled the message: I'm sorry, Par. Please forgive me! Love, Brand. The boy blushed, looking back at his own handwriting, seeing the words that he had written. Footsteps informed Brand that his best friend was there and he put his crayons away quickly. He folded the paper and wrote Parson's name on the outside.
"Parson, you're okay! I'm really happy to see you," he told her and their parents smiled. Parson just stared at him. When the adults left with Lyre, Brand handed Parson the picture. "I drew it to make you feel better." The young boy grinned as she unfolded the paper. Seeing no reaction he asked if she liked it. The girls quietly thanked him. They headed into the Brand's room to find entertainment and Parson smirked, seeing the broom that Brand idolized on the wall.
She looked at him, "So that's the full story with that broom? Why is it so high up? You can't use it up there." Brand's eyes clouded over for several seconds and he looked at his broom longing.
"It was my grandfather's. He taught how to fly on that broom. I always remember him encouraging me and when I could finally fly, he gave me the broom. It's the only thing that I really have left of him, after he," Brand looked away from the broom, "passed away. It means so much to me. Sure, I have his eyes, but you can't really hold on to those, can you?" He smiled, tired of the suppressed mood in the room.
Parson looked at Brand. "Can I look at it up close?" she asked him with innocent eyes. Brand didn't see why he couldn't so he gave it to her and told her to be careful. She nodded, but Brand saw a mischievous look in her eyes.
"This is a nice broom," Parson said well waving it around, " Let's play with it!"
"No! I'm afraid that it will break. It's too special to me to be playing around with it. We can use my other brooms," Brand said.
"NO! I want to play with this one. I've never flown an old person's broom before!" Parson yelled at him. Brand grabbed on one side of the broom and Parson had hold of the other. Soon it was a game of tug-o-war.
"Give it back! Stop it or you are going to break it!" yelled Brand, frantically.
"NO!" screamed Parson. She gave one finally tug and the broom broke in half. She gasped and Brand yelled.
"Parson...YOU BROKE IT! HOW COULD YOU!" He shouted before tears welled up in his eyes. "How could you do that?" he asked again, softly. There was no way even a spell could fix the damage. Even if it could repair the broom, which was highly unlikely, the damage that had been done to Brand's very heart and soul was unfixable. Parson, his best friend in the whole world, the only girl he had ever cared for that wasn't in his family, had wrecked his one connection, the last memory of Grandpa Demetrius. But why?
"Why did you do that, Parson?" His tears falling freely because he wasn't trying to stop them. "Why couldn't you just let go?" The boy's bright blue eyes had a haunted glow to them and he was staring at her, not really seeing her anymore. That broom had been the best memory of his grandfather and now it was gone. Broken. Brand ran from the room and into the place his home where all of the owls were kept. His pet bird, Demetrius, greeted him with a nip on the ear and Brand smiled through his tears. Dem was always there when he needed him. Like when his grandfather had died, Demetrius had been, he was still a nestling at the time, but he comforted Brand as best he could and Brand loved him for it.
"It's a good thing I never showed you to Parson or else she would probably try to break you, too, Dem," the boy said, tearily before dissolving into tears once more.
……….:……….
Parson watched Brand run out of the room. She felt a sudden guilt at what she had done. She didn't mean to take it that far. She wanted to get back at him, but now she felt her revenge wasn't as self-satisfying as she thought it would be. She looked at the picture he drew for her and she started to cry. She definitely screwed up their friendship.
End Of Flashback
I finished my story and looked away, not able to look anyone in the eyes. This is the only time that we had ever revealed all that had happened and it was painful. I hear Parson sniff and she takes off down. This causes my head to snap up, but I just let her go, too full of hatred and disgust to bother being nice. She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve anything. I mumble something to my friends about going to bed and head leave Hogsmeade. I can't stand to be around anyone right now. Demetrius is the only living thing I will put up with right now.
..:Parson:..
I run into the Heads Room and collapse on the couch. I should go to my room, which would help me avoid Brand. However, I'm sure he is still in Hogsmeade. Merlin, I hate him so much right now. I wonder if him and Lyre are snogging and cuddling together right now. NO! Brand only thinks of her as a little sister. I'm just putting nightmarish images in my head and that is not a good thing. I hear a noise in my room and get up. I creep slowly over and open my door. I look around and see a beautiful owl trying to get through the window. I open the window up and the owl immediately comes over and lands on my arm. The owl starts to nuzzle me. I look at the bird and start to stroke its head. "You are such a pretty bird. I wonder what your is name?" I ask, quietly.
..:Brand:..
I walk into the Common Room and see Parson ask what the name of the owl she is. Her back is to me and I hold up my arm. "Demetrius." The barn owl flies to me and lands on my arm, nuzzling my cheek. Parson snaps around at the sound of the name. I can't look at her from pure disgust and Parson looks ready to puke. If she does, and I hope she does, she better not do it on me. I just glare at Eberlee for several moments before walking to my room and closing the door. Sitting on my bed, Demetrius senses that something is wrong, hoots. I stroke him under his beak. "It's okay, Dem." I feel hot tears well up in my eyes, thinking about the painful memories is bringing back all the pain and emptiness I felt all those years ago when grandfather died. Then it was made worse by Parson breaking his last connection to his grandpa. His eyes, were the same, but at the end of the day, you can't really hold on to or treasure eyes, can you? Demetrius clipped at my ear affectionately. I know that I have my owl, but having an owl named after my grandfather isn't the same. I would give up everything I have to get my Grandpa Demetrius back. I would give my own life to have him back. My grandpa was the best man ever. Always patient and kind, yet still fun and crazy at times. He taught me so much and my life was torn apart when I heard that he had died. I never thought I'd move on. Parson had helped me feel better, but I guess good things never last long. Setting Demetrius down, he fell into restless sleep.
..:Parson:..
I couldn't sleep. Not after what just happened this day. It was suppose to be a great day spent in Hogsmeade. However, it happened to be another day in hell. Brand and mine's relationship was going okay until I had to screw it back up. I was starting to believe that we would become friends again. I was so overjoyed. However, I swear I ruin everything. It's amazing that Hallyn and I are still friends. I look up at the canopy of my bed and sigh. I won't be having a good week.
..:Brand:..
I wake up the next morning and Demetrius is sitting on the pillow next to my head. He clips at my ear and I smile, knowing that he will always be there for me. Sure, he can't talk, but he's the best friend anyone could ask for. Fletch comes in as a close second. I smile. I need to go talk to Fletch and Kai. They are probably wondering about what happened yesterday. Getting out of bed, I dress and brush my teeth. When I walk into the Common Room Parson is reading a book and
I ignore her, walking out of the room. Finally, I find my friends and sit with them for breakfast.
"Everything okay, buddy?" Fletcher asks, shoving toast into his mouth. I just look down at the table. "Come on. You can't have a blow out like that and just ignore us the next day. We want to know what happened."
"You know what happened. You heard everything there was to hear yesterday. We were best friends and then it all crumbled. There isn't really anything else to it," I reply, swirling my cereal in my bowl, having no desire to eat it. This must have really rocked my boat because I can ALWAYS eat cereal. Cereal is like my comfort food. I love cereal and now I don't want to eat it.
I look up when and arm comes around my shoulder and someone whispers in my ear, "You should. You have that sexy body to maintain." I sigh, recognizing Lyre. She sits next to me and takes a bite of my cereal.
She just ate my cereal. That is so wrong. Sighing again, knowing what she wants, I just spit it out, wanting the comfort I know she can offer.
"Do you want to go to the Ball with me, Lee?" She squeals and tells me that, yes, she does want to go with me. Planting a wet kiss on my cheek she scurries off, probably to tell all of her little friends. No one asks questions, but I know what they are thinking: I'm stupid.
..:Parson:..
I was walking to my first class when I pass a group of giggling girls. I was in a crappy mood and I was going to yell at them for laughing. Except something they were talking about caught my interest. They were talking about Brand and Lyre.
"So, Lyre...like... went up to Brand and she just smiled and asked him if he was feeling well, and he...like...looked at her nervously and guess what he did?" The girl looked at the group of girls and before they could answer, she continued," He asked her to the ball!" All the girls gasp and start making that weird girlish giggle.
I stayed rooted to the spot and did not believe what I just heard. I mean that couldn't be possible. Brand would never ask Lyre in a thousand years. Would he? No, I don't think so. I continue walking to the class. Somehow it seemed like everyone was talking about Brand and Lyre going to the ball. I rush into class and sit down. I took a deep breath and looked at Kaison. He was my only chance of having at least a decent date to the ball. I walk up to him and tell him that I would go to the ball with him. He stood there grinning like an idiot and I feared that at any moment he was going to wet himself from joy. I can't believe that I asked him, but it was a good target for my chance of revenge with Brand. Right?
..:Brand:..
Insufferable females. Why can't they just shut up? The whole school knows that Lyre is going to the ball with me and I can't get her away from me. People seem to think that we dating. We aren't. We are going to the ball together because I didn't feel like taking someone I don't know. I wonder if Lyre is aware of this or not...I sure as hell hope that she is...Crap. I'm so screwed. Oh well, better to go and have a good time with Lyre than sit around mourning what I wish I could have with her older sister.
Whoa. I did not just think that. Since when do I want to have something with Parson?
You know the answer to that.
I thought I'd gotten rid of you.
Haha, that's a funny thought. You haven't. I'm still here.
Great. Just great. You can go away now. I don't like you. Anyways, I do NOT want something with Parson. I have no idea what came over me, but I must be coming down with something. Kaison comes up to me grinning like and idiot and I have no clue why, but don't really feel up to asking. Luckily, he volunteers, "I'm going to the ball with Parson. She asked me, isn't that the greatest?" I turn on him, glaring.
"You're going to go to the ball with her after you know what she did to me," I ask, my voice deathly quiet. Mostly, I feel pain that he would do that. After all the things he's heard he still chases after her like a puppy dog. Parson Eberlee is a bitch through and through and he doesn't care? Something isn't right about that. "How do you know that she isn't just using, Kai?"
His eyes narrow, "Just because you messed up doesn't mean I can't have what I finally want. You get everything, friends, girls, attention, anything you want really. Nobody looks twice at me with you around. Not only you, but also Fletcher. Parson is too nice to use me like you seem to think she would. I love her, Brand, I always have. You've been too blind with hatred to realize. I've always been jealous, but again, too blind to realize that either," Kaison spits out. I am shocked. How could my best friend say something like that? Kai leaves, turning on his heel and walking in the other direction. I would have trusted Kaison with my life, but now this? I can't believe it...I am too stunned to say anything. Unable to deal with this, I go in search of Fletch. We have some serious talking to do.
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