Hello fellers! Your reviews put such large smiles on my face, you don't even know. If I could, I'd send you all cookies. Sadly, I can't, so I hope this pirate face will suffice ~(:D
I gave the flying car a lot of soul searching today. I'm half happy with what I decided to do (it's impossible to be fully happy with anything relating to this story.)
Also... I'm a bit paranoid now. Obviously (or... hopefully...) there's no way Tara is just this horrible of a writer. What if... every night... she pleasures herself to the fact that there are people like you/me out there... What if... Tara is actually a prep? *Le gasp*
That just wouldn't be cool.
This chapter brought another vampire related problem. Theoretically, they don't bleed. Ebony, on the other hand, drives the embodiment of misery into her skin every other second. After pondering it for a wee bit, I decided that she will be allowed to bleed to her Gothic heart's content.
Also, as I write this very sentence, I am making pasta. I don't like sauce very much, so I'm probably going to put cheese on it, and maybe a little butter. It will be very yummy. Jealous?
The night of the concert, I broke the head off of a disposable razor, twisting it with my teeth until the metal bit came out. Once I was sure no one would walk in on me, I lined the sharp edge up on my wrist, and, cringing already, pushed and pulled it.
Of all my secrets, this may very well be the dirtiest. If I took off my jacket, you would see trails of scars, along with fresh cuts, and, if you caught me on a bad day, dried blood. I was constantly reminding myself to learn a spell that would make the marks go away - but, in a very strange way, I was proud of them. Proud and ashamed, all at once.
I didn't have time to wait for it to completely stop bleeding, so I threw my well-worn black jacket over it, and hoped that blood didn't trickle down my hand. I had cut thumb holes in the sleeves, which should assure my safety, but there was always that nagging voice in the back of my mind.
Draco was waiting for me outside of the castle, and, together, we sent off in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.
"Aren't you afraid of getting caught?" I asked - to me, Draco always seemed like the kind of person who was terrified of his father, and how daddy would react to his trouble-causing antics.
"Life is about taking risks," He shrugged.
I hadn't expected the forest to be so goddamn big. It was a good two hours of walking before we were able to Disapparate the rest of the way to the concert. By the time we got there, the music was already playing - Draco showed our tickets, and we entered the club.
Good goddamn lord, if Joel wasn't the most gorgeous man alive, I didn't know who was.
As Draco and I danced, I said something to the effect to him; instantly, I regretted it - after all, I was on a "sort of but not really" date with him.
The rest of the night, Draco acted like something was wrong with him. Fuck. When I say fuck, I mean fuck.
Well, if I'd messed up any chance I had at a relationship with Draco, I might as well enjoy the rest of the night.
I went to the bar and ordered a beer, drinking it down the gulps that only two kinds of people could muster: teenagers, and four-hundred men whose wives refused to fuck them. The shit tasted worse than piss, but I'd be damned if I was going back to Hogwarts walking a straight line.
Three beers later, I was being held up only by Draco, and muttering my life story.
"Ah... fuck... man... you know, it's sort of my fault my mom died."
"You're drunk, Ebony, so please... just be quite." Draco asked, unsure if he should believe Ebony or not.
"You're sexy!" I shouted, perking up, squeezing his arm.
Even though she was drunk; even though she wouldn't remember this night in a few hours, Draco had to smile. Success.
I do love cheese. My pasta was my favorite thing about writing this chapter.
There's one thing I love about writing this story - I never thought it was possible for so many things to happen in such a short amount of time!
Happy new year, ya'lls. What's your goal for the new year? Mine is to finish the marathon me and mas madre will be running this summer! Because, honestly, I half expect to keel over dead halfway through.