AN: Two months since my last update .. you can blame writer's block and university for that. Architecture is going to kill me one day I'm telling you. Sorry for this really terrible chapter but I just needed to post something and somehow get over this block. I want to give a huge thank you to my first five followers (1anddone, Fanofspideyman, Savita, milly31200, misticangel101). Knowing that some one, somewhere likes this is enough to put a huge smile on my face. :) Also a huuuge thanks to Fanofspideyman who gave me my first review and made my entire month really.
I put it off for days.
Okay it was a week.
Or two.
And judging by Vic's recent letters to me, my procrastination hadn't gone unnoticed.
"Teddy it's been a while since we've gone into Muggle London. I'm craving a trip to the theatre! Aunt Hermione says some good "pictures" are out at the moment. Want to go tomorrow?"
"Sometime soon? When is sometime soon? I'm sick of being cooped up in this house all day, and I haven't seen you in days Teddy!"
"Teddy what have you been up to lately? You seem so busy these days. Well too busy for me at least, hmph!"
"I haven't seen a trace of you for two weeks now Teddy. Has something happened? Uncle Harry came by the other night and said you've barely stepped a foot out of the house. I heard him whispering to dad that he's afraid he might've upset you. Please talk to me Teddy, I'm here for you, remember?"
Yet as the worried tone in Vic's letters became increasingly apparent, I couldn't bring myself to go see her.
Half the time I wasn't sure if I was nervous about seeing Vic or reading the letters from my parents or a bit of both. Definitely a bit of both. Either way it was a whole two weeks after my talk with Harry before I decided enough was enough. It was time to face my best friend despite any confused feelings I had for her at the moment.
So it was now, two weeks later that I finally dredged up the courage to go see my best friend. I dawdled getting dressed for a good full hour before I ran out of shirts to try on.
I had made it to the front door of the house before I decided that I should change back into my light blue shirt, which I secretly liked because it matched Vic's eyes. Gosh I'm such a pansy.
It was then rather unfortunate that as soon as I had taken my shirt off to change, Vic decided to barge her way through my bedroom door, her eyes blazing determinedly, which quickly turned into saucers when they caught sight of my bare chest.
Oh god. This so wasn't part of the plan.
There was a pregnant pause as we both stood there frozen, Vic staring at my chest and me staring at Vic, both our faces red as tomatoes.
"Well I'll just –," she said before turning around and bolting right out the door.
I stared after her with my mouth still hanging slightly open, unsure of what just happened. Vic had walked in on me changing. Which meant she saw me shirtless. I was shirtless in front of Vic. And it was awkward as hell for both of us.
I was lying on my bed staring at the ceiling, still shirtless when I heard a knock at my door.
"Teddy?" I heard Harry's voice ask, laced with worry, muffled behind the door.
I groaned as the door opened.
I turned my head and saw my dad's frowning face staring back at me.
"What's wrong? Vic's downstairs waiting for you. Uh .. why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Harry said, his frown increasing in confusion.
I groaned again, covering my face with a pillow.
"She walked in on me with my shirt off," I mumbled incoherently into the pillow.
Harry chuckled lightly, trying to peel the pillow off of me but I kept a firm hold of it.
"I can't understand a word you're saying son. Now tell me why you're up here sulking and keeping the girl of your dreams waiting downstairs," Harry said in a light teasing tone.
At these words I flung the pillow from my face and burst out "She walked in on me shirtless!"
And dad's face was back to confusion.
"And that's got you in this state because ..?" he trailed off.
I didn't even know how to explain an answer to that.
"Because it was .. it was weird! She just stood there staring at me! And I was staring back at her! And there was just this huge awkwardness about the whole thing and then she just bolted straight out!" I rambled in one breath.
Harry just looked at me for a moment before bursting into laughter.
I sat bolt upright at this and watched as he clutched his stomach, shaking with laughter, less than impressed with this reaction.
"Gee thanks dad," I said sarcastically, with a roll of my eyes. "Laugh any harder why don't you."
Still laughing, he said "Sorry Teddy, it's just I thought .. well I just thought it would be a bit more serious than that," and continued to chuckle.
"This IS serious!" I exclaimed.
"Right."
I scowled before flinging myself back down and returning the pillow to my face.
"Teddy honestly, just put a shirt on and go downstairs and talk to her like nothing happened! I'm sure she'll be relieved if you both just forget about the awkwardness. No use getting worked up over nothing. She's your best friend isn't she?" Harry said in the voice he used when trying to make me see some sense.
"Of course she is, but that's the point! It's not meant to be awkward between best friends right? I just feel like anything even remotely "intimate", like my shirt being off, just gets us all hot and bothered," I groaned into the pillow.
Harry was chuckling again, but why I had no idea.
"Oh Teddy you really are clueless," he laughed.
Now I was the confused one.
"What? What do you mean?" I asked.
"Nothing. Just get your ass downstairs before I drag you down there myself," Harry said before getting up and leaving the room, leaving me sitting there staring after him with no clue to what he was on about.
AN: So I've been thinking of rewriting this story in third person .. not sure how comfortable I am with writing this in first person. Any thoughts on this welcome! Any feedback would be great :)
