Summer To September

By: Twitch

((A/N: You know, I'm running out of things to say in these author's notes, but I kind of feel obligated to post them at the beginning and end of every chapter. Filler…That kind of thing…If that makes any sense. Which, you know, it probably doesn't, but I'm so tired right now that I'm beyond caring. I was originally going to post this chapter a while ago, but a few things came up and it was delayed. I apologize to you, my loving fans. Tee hee…I've always wanted to say that…You have no idea. Anyhow…Wow. I'm really, really bored. I feel like I don't have enough devoted fans, so I can't really give thanks to anyone. Except for Queen of Literature, who reliably reviews my stories. Not only that, but she is my best friend in the world. Don't you blush, you already knew it…This story is actually written in her honor. Anyhow, like I said before, this is basically just filler, but it's fun to get to know a bit of the writer's background and basic notations…Yeah. So, on to the disclaimer, then the chapter title…THEN, you can have the actual chapter.))

Disclaimer: Oi, lordy. Who am I even kidding? I'm not even Brittish. Therefore, I can't be JK Rowling. I'm not making a profit, I'm not old enough. Not only that, but, if I wanted to make a profit, I wouldn't be sitting at home writing fanfictions about a book that already exists and no one can make a profit of by re-writing the plot. I mean, honestly, use your common sense people! If I was REALLY interested in making a shit-load of money off my writing, I wouldn't be writing fanfictions. I would be writing stories. And, honest-to-god, I'm not very good at that…So honestly, I don't even know why I bother writing at all, I suck so much. But, on to better things. There are so many people who have been awaiting my almighty chapter, that I think I'll actually start writing it. How does that sound? So, anyhow, here goes…Oh, wait, I forgot to say that the song that this SongFic is based on…Yeah…That one doesn't belong to me either. One of these days I'll write something based on my own song or poem…Then I can actually own it! WHOOOT! I bet I'm annoying you now, eh? Okay…On to the story now…really. I mean it.

Chapter Four: Sobs

Here comes the pain again

Falling from the stars

Drenched in my pain again

Becoming who we are…

"I'm fine." She stated gingerly. Chelsea was an excellent liar. But no one was that good. For heaven's sake, she was crying…And I could tell that they weren't tears of joy. "Liar." I accused. Even in her disheveled, upset state, Chelsea still had enough spirit and dignity to summon a glare and send it straight at me. Oi, I hate it when she does that. ((A/N: If you can't tell, 'Oi' is currently my word…Further note at bottom.))

"Did you get raped?" It was the first question that popped into my head, and I was dieing to ask it…I mean…It just seemed like it. The mussed clothing, the unhappy look, the tears…She mumbled something softly. "What was that?" I persisted.

"No…" she said louder. Relief swept through me. "But you have the right idea." Well, screw that…

"What happened?" She looked uncomfortable. Then attempted a smile. "At least I got laid before you this year…And I won't die a virgin."

"Nice attempt at humor…Come on. What happened? Did Orion have anything to do with this?" By the way she was looking at her shoes uncomfortably, I could tell that I had probably struck gold. "Tell me…" It occurred to me just how much of a persistent little buggar I was…

"Yes…Orion…" she gulped. "He- he blackmailed me. Jayde…He found out Remus' secret."

((A/N: Okay, my 'word' is the word that I tend to say a lot for a period of time. Not too long ago, my word was 'FWEE!'. At the moment, it's 'Oi!' …Because that's just so fun. Yeah…Anyhow… By the way, you might actually want to read all of my author's notes, because, hidden in the random-ness of them, there is some useful information.))

((A/N: Okay, it isn't the shortest chapter on the planet earth, but it's pretty darn-well close. Tee hee…Sorry, I just had to. No worries, another chapter will be up within a short while. I just…I felt like I had to explain to you about Chelsea…But I also had to leave a cliffy. Even though you'll soon be finding out what happens because, in a matter of minutes, I will be starting on the next chapter. Lucky you. BWA HA HA HA! I think, that, just to fool my friend, I'm going to add a bunch of crap about nothing, just to make the chapter look really, really long. Even though that takes far more effort than actually writing the next chapter does. I'm feeling particularly maniacal today…For some reason. But, I was nice enough to write this chapter, so glory. By the way, Remus' ''secret''…Is basically the same thing as his ''furry little problem''…Yeah, just wanted to clear that up. Hmm….I wonder how long I'll be able to make this look. I'll be slipping little pieces of important information about the fic in, so you might want to read it. Also, if you're lucky, and extremely smart, I'll throw in a few little previews of the next few chapters…Though, you'll have to look for them! So…I think I'll talk about myself in a conceited, pathetic way. I can't tell you my name, because that would give everything away. You can call me Twitch though…Or Gypsy. (I don't know where it came from, so don't ask me.) Or, just about anything else. Some people call me Cheesi…I have another account on That's Ela Lunera Artemis. On that account, I have authored only one story. That is 'The Lies And Deception of Evans.' Which, by the way, I haven't updated on for like…Four months. And people are starting to get a bit angry at me. I seem to have trouble completing fics. In fact, I don't think I ever have. Don't worry, I'll complete this one. If all works out well, I'll get a new song and continue this fiction…Either in this same story, or in a sequel thing. But, that's only if I get enough devoted fans who will promise to read and review…Also, I should tell you. I like to hear constructive criticism. About the story of course, not about my author's notes. My A/N's are completely unique and mine and you should not be saying mean things about my own little stuff. However, about the story, feel free. Also, I don't mind flames. Though, why would you be reading it if you were just going to flame it afterwards…Seems a bit idiotic if you ask me. But then, you didn't ask me, so I'll shut up. This ficlet is so cute…I think I'll add a few more twists to it. Maybe I'll kill someone off, just to see how you react. That would be funny…But, alas, no, I can't kill off the person I was GOING to kill off (Chelsea), because 'Queen of Literature' does that in all of her fics. Oh well, I'll figure something out. But I need some serious turn of events. I think…Anyhow. Enough about that. More about me. I am 13 years old…Barely. Well, depending on when you read this. If you read this a long time from now, I may be 14. You never know. Anyhow, I am a virgo. My birthday is August 27, 1992. The year of the monkey. BWA HA HA…I really don't know why I did that. Anyhow, I'm fairly tall-ish. Five foot five. I have ash-brown hair…Very unruly. Seriously, it's like, all over the place. I wear glasses. For those of you who don't know already, THEY STINK! I'm thinking about trying contacts again, but for those of you who don't know already, CONTACTS ARE VERY IRRITATING!...They bug my eyes…Though, they do make me more attractive sometimes…-coughs-…I mean. So…Where was I? Well, I'm not going to go too far into my appearance, because that's really not the important part. Though, there isn't much that's overly great about my personality. Horrid temper, frequent mood swings…The works. Slightly cruel, mildly evil. You know? Well…probably not, but I really don't care all that much. Anyhow, my interests range. There isn't much that you can suggest that wont catch my interest…Though there is very little you can suggest that I'll actually consider doing myself. Most people call me mildly insane. I'm not…For the most part. Tee hee. By the way, ''Tee hee'' is one of those ongoing 'my words'. If you didn't read the A/N above, you should. I do well in school, not because I like it, but because I feel like I owe it to my parents sometimes. I grew up being a bit of a goodie-goodie…And now I just hate my life. I'm a dyslexic, agnostic, insomniac. YAY ME! Wow…I'm feeling very spastic today for some reason. Maybe it's because of those pixie stix…I knew I should have been more careful. So, I'm thinking that, in the fic, maybe I should kill off Remus…No…That centers the plot too much around Chelsea, and we wouldn't want to do that now would we? Maybe Peter? No…Everyone would love me…And we can't have that. Perhaps James. That would make an interesting plot turn. I know I can't kill off Sirius though…Because I'm planning this little view into the future. It'll be cute. I think I should tell you ahead of time that I DO intend on finishing this fic. Please, please, if I slack off for too long, review annoyingly! Send me angry emails! Anything you can do. I swear, if you try a bit, I'll most likely submit and write more. If it's worked before, it'll work again…Hopefully. Hmm…I wonder if this is long enough? No, I don't think so. Besides, I need to put a whole long bit at the end of this about completely nonsensical things. I don't know why, but I'm compelled to do so. Woah…I'm really tired. I shouldn't be up this late, but, as I said, I am an insomniac. Did you catch that earlier? I bet you didn't. If you did, good for you! Ugh…My back hurts…And my toe. No worries, not the green one, the other one. I am exhausted…And yet…I can't seem to fall asleep. It's awful, I assure you. Oi…I'm like…dieing here. But, you don't want to hear me complain. Or, rather, you don't want to read my complaints. They're probably either boring you out of your mind, making you mildly amused, or you're rolling on the floor, laughing. I suspect the second of the set. But then, maybe as some suspect, I am crazy and I'm just trying to make you all think something weird…Or maybe I'm just paranoid. Or stoned, whichever. In case you didn't catch it just there, that was sarcasm. You know…I was trying to sort of make a joke. Ah, nevermind. Bunch 'o stiffs anyhow. By the way, although there are no flames on my author's notes, little comments are appreciated. They make me feel special in a way that doesn't include Ed. You know, Special Ed. Ha ha…Ha. Ha. Okay, I give up, it's no use trying to be funny with this crowd anyhow. –pouts- Ugh…You know what, I give up. I'm ending the chapter right here and I'm going to lay in my bed until I fall asleep. Otherwise, I'll probably die. Actually, I'll end up dieing anyhow, so I guess it really wouldn't matter. But for the time-being, I'm going to ignore all common sense of what I just said and go to sleep andyhow. This is long enough. Anyhow, enjoy reading the next chapter!

CIAO!