"Now we're broken on the floor," I sang, playing my guitar on my black bed.
"She just wants me to share her," Pogue sang, playing the set of drums I'd gotten at the beginning of the summer.
"It hasn't been this way before," Tyler sang, playing another guitar in my desk chair.
"She just wants me to dare her," Reid sang, sitting behind me and helping me to play the guitar (as if I needed help, but it got him to do the hot be-behind-her-and-help-her manuver).
Of course, we had to get Caleb into joining us so he sang the rest from his seat on the amp.
"The phone rings
And she screams
"Stab my back
It's better when I bleed for you
Walk on me
It never was enough to do"
Can't get past her
Falling faster
True.
It hasn't done a lot for you
And every time he held u close
Yeah were you thinking of me
When I needed you the most
Well I hope that you're happy
The phone rings
And she screams
"Stab my back
It's better when I bleed for you
Walk on me
It never was enough to do"
Can't get past her
Falling faster
True
It's better when I bleed for you
I hope that love he gave you
Was just enough to save you
You nearly broke my heart
Just look at what you're tearing apart
Stab my back
It's better when I bleed for you
Walk on me
It never was enough to do
Can't get past her
Falling faster
True
It hasn't done a lot for you
It's better when I bleed for you
It never was enough to do
It hasn't done a lot for…."
"You are one talented group," Sirius complented from the door way, none of us having noticed his presents. "Although, I know that move, Reid, I was a player myself back in the day. Please pick a better spot to sit… Away from Adrian."
"What song was that?" my mom asked from next to her younger brother as Reid moved to sit on the floor in front of me.
"Stabe my back by the All-American Rejects," I told them before starting at my favorite song to which I sang.
"Do you dream, that the world will know your name
So tell me your name
Do you care, about all the little things or anything at all?
I wanna feel, all the chemicals inside I wanna feel
I wanna sunburn, just to know that I'm alive
To know I'm alive
Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon
Do you believe, in the day that you were born
Tell me do you believe?
Do you know, that everyday's the first of the rest of your life
Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon
This is to one last day in the shadows
And to know a brother's love
This is to New York City angels
And the rivers of our blood
This is to all of us, to all of us
Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon
You can tell me all your thoughts, about the stars that fill polluted skies
And show me where you run to, when no one's left to take your side
But don't tell me where the road ends, cause I just don't wanna know, No I don't wanna know
Don't tell me if I'm dying
Don't tell me if I'm dying
Don't tell me if I'm dying"
"And that one?" she questioned, obviously amused.
"Angles on the Moon by Thriving Ivory. It's daddy's favorite song. So it's mine to," I told her, still playing the choris.
"Don't tell me if I'm dying,
Cause I don't want to know.
If I can't see the sun,
Maybe I should go.
Don't wake me if I'm dreaming,
Of angels on the moon.
Where everyone you never leaves to soon"
Summer past quickly, days blending together in messes of Reid Garwin, memories we'd laugh at years in the future, and moments when things couldn't seem to ever improve. Like the summers before, I'd studied for the on coming school year and writen easys on every which topic, and made every which potin. I'd learned a new language bringing my total to (English, Spanish, Italian, Greek, Portiges, Aribic, Russian, French, Japaniess, and Latin) 13 (conting American, Canadian, and Austrealian). From time to time I'd visit my father at the first colony house and tell him about what was happening. I'd read him some of my articals sometimes, too.
On my plane ride Italy, where Shawn and her family were at their villa, flashes of the summer swam in my head.
Horse back riding mom.
Playing the guitar with Reid and Tyler.
Long days spent by the pool.
Late nights in my room with the boys playing poker and other games.
The summer gala my mom had hosted in our house.
Wedings to which my mom was a brides made for one of her old school friends.
Days I'd spend planing pranks with Sirius. Pranks I'd probably do with the Weasley twins.
Those moments spent in Reid's arms.
The camping trip I'd gone on with the boy's and Tyler's uncle.
The last moments I'd shared with Reid.
~Flashback~
"Reid…I have to go," I told him, as he hugged me infront of my house.
"I know…but what happens if I go back to the way…" If Reid was any other guy, I'd swear he'd be crying. But Reid never cried (at least not with people around).
"Reid…your right, you probably will become a man-whore again while I'm gone. It's who you are. So… I want this to work out, Reid. I want for us to work out. But 'us' can't with me at Hogwarts and you being you… So lets put our relationship on hold. And comeback to it next summer. If you still feel the same about me," I told him, "then we'll pick up where we left off. Okay?"
Reid cuped my face in one of his hands, and lifted my head. "Okay. As long as you still fell the same about me."
"We'll see about that," I teased, grinning. Even at thirteen, I knew Reid was the one. Or at least I thought so.
Reid grinned and kissed my lips quickly before pulling me into a tighter hug.
~End of Flashback~
It sucks to know the guy you could posibly be in love with is with so many other when your not around. Truly it does…but I understand his reasons. Or I knid of can. Reid and I cope in the same way: if we are sad or in pain, we'll distract our selves in whatever means posible. So he'll have week long flings with slutty girls and exersize the use of his power, while I cling to the little thins, the memories, and date older men.
I had this year planed. From September to November, I'd be with Cedric. From December to March, I'd be with Draco-effen-Malfoy. And I'd finish the year of with the school's head boy or a Hufflepuff perfect. Or better yet, lets wait and see.
So yeah, I can't be to pissed at Reid if I'm doing the same thing to him. And that really shows how simular we are. Although that doesn't mean much considering Seb and I are far more alike and we hate each other.
Fortunitly, I could still get the names of all the girls that Reid was with (through Tyler, of course) and get back at them (can it even be considered that?).
Oh, and no one said anything about not being able to entaganize my favorite Slytherin. Yes! This school year will be fun.
Dear Mom,
My flight to Italy went well and I am now perfectly situated at Shawn's house. And, no, I have not gotten into a fight with Seb. Yet. The plan is that we'll be leaving tomarro via apporation. It'll be Shawn with her mom, Silvia, Seb with his dad, Pierce, and me with their very charming older brother, Shane. I was thinking of setting him up with Chandler, the daughter of…who was it now? Well anyways I was thinking of setting him up with Chandler Swavaki the daughter of the Russian friend of the family! Yes that's it! He's her age, 19, and he speaks fluent Russian, and… oh! I think she'll be at the cup! I can introduce them then.
Because I can already tell your consered, I'm fine mother. I will remain in this state of "Fine" until further notice. I will not be afected by some stupid boy. Even if said boy is Reid Charming Garwin. Who names their son that by the way? Charming? Did his mother really want to inflate his ego?
Back on topic… Tell the boys I love them and I miss them (and that goes for your brother too. And Reid).
Tell Padfoot I'll record the game for him, and have Gorman meet me at Plateform nine and three quarters with my new help dog on September 1st.
Love you load and miss you already,
Your favorite,
Adrian
P.S. I was kidding about the favorite part, Caleb!
I'd gotten up early the next morning, parsly to send the letter to my mom of with the Everson family owl, and parsly because I couldn't sleep anylonger.
As I entered the kitchen, I was meet by Shane, who sat at the kitchen island drinking something from a mug. My guess was coffee.
"Morning, little psycotic Gryffindore," he greeted me, tired.
"Morning, ickle ex-Head Boy, Ravenclaw boy. May I enquire as to the use of the word psycotic?" I asked.
"You hand out with my sister, don't you?" I nodded. "See? Psycotic."
I laughed, completly understanding what he ment. Need I remind you that Shawn made me wake up extrea early on weekday mornings last school year and the year before just so she had a "workout bestie"? Or that she's more likely to cry over ruining a pair of shoes than being dumped? Or, better yet, that she's more likely to fall in love with a lable than a person? God I fell bad for her futer childeren.
"Your vocabulary…It is very…advanced, I guess. How aren't you a Ravenclaw because… well, I mean…Shawn tells me about how you have the highest marks in your year, your briliancey, and how much knolwdge you have… so what I mean is… why?" He stutered, more unsure how to say it than out of embaresment.
"Well Seb says the same thing about Sytherin, but the Sorting hat was an inch off my head when it proclaimed me a Gryffindor. I guess it's that I'm brilian, but I never think about the consiquences of my actions, and most of my knowledge was abtained through watching someone do it or my experience. My mom says there are three types of people in the world: those who learn through books; thouse who learn from watching some one else; and those who have to walk up to the electric fence and touck it to understand that it's bad. Or something like that. And I might be Slytherin-ish (a cheat, vain, idealistic, rude, unfriendly, and… Slytherin-ish), but I still believe in the 'treat people the way you want to be treated' shabang. And though I'm loyal to death, that's only for sertain people. Others I would gladly through infront of a train for those I'm loyal to. My brother is among them." He was the one to laugh now.
"So…more guts than sence?" he asked.
"Being raised with four guys and somehow falling in love with the badboy one who Caleb would never aprove of does that to you," I joked, poring myself a cup of coffee.
"Your 13 and in love? How does that work?" he mused.
"I don't know. He's Reid fricken Garwin. He's hot, blond, rich, and… well he can be a complete asshole somethimes but…I don't know. He's different. With me that is. And…he's got the charisma, the charm that makes ever want to be with him. And it sucks sometimes. Like when I'm at Hogwarts, because he's not and…it's open season the moment I'm gone." I siped my coffee, letting a silence slide in.
"Your single, right? I mean, that's what Shawn always tells me so I'd only hope she's right. Because I know this girl who I think could totally be your type," I told him breaking the silence I'd put apon us.
"Okay, what's this girl like?"
"She's pure-blood, Russian, a high end modle so she's completely rich, but she's funny and sweet, and she likes to think of me as the little sister she never had, and she's just an all around good person. Oh, and she's a Quittich fanatic," I told him before grabing his wand and putting two pancakes with cheeze-cake in between, topped with grilled pineapple slises with hot-buterscotch with some special ingredients mixed in, and whipped-cream on top in front of me.
"Now why can't I have something like that for breakfast?" He joked, trying to get at my food. I threatened him with his wand.
We spent the rest of the morning joking and laughing.