It's still effing Christmas! This is like the longest day ever.
Zora's POV
"He wouldn't even talk to me," I told Wesley, blowing my nose for the zillionth time. "I thought telling the truth was supposed to make everything okay."
"That's not always how real life works," he said, patting my shoulder sympathetically. "Cheer up, Zor. Who needs Grady anyway?"
"I need him," I insisted. "Don't you get it? I can't just not be with him. Don't you think I would have left him for you if that was the case?"
"So what am I then?" Wesley asked, looking annoyed.
"I...I don't know," I answered. "I'm in way over my head here. This is all so complicated."
"It doesn't have to be complicated," he said, taking my hands. "You could just forget about Grady and be with me."
"How can you say that?" I exclaimed, yanking my hands away. "Were you not listening? I can't live without him. It's like every time I look at him I get these pains in my chest and I just know it's his fault. That dick!" (AN: hahahahahahahahahahaha. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I had to do it. Unless you've watched AVPM like you all should have by now, you probably don't know what I'm talking about. So go watch it and then you'll feel special for getting the insider.)
"Shh," Wesley whispered, pulling me close. "We'll figure something out."
"Thanks," I said, hugging him back. "You've been way too nice to me through this whole thing. I just wish there was a way I could have both of you forever."
"Yea..." he answered, stroking my hair.
"Something wrong?" I asked, sensing the hesitation in his voice.
"Look, I've tried to be okay with this situation," he began. "But if you hadn't told Grady about us, I was planning on breaking up with you."
"What?" I exclaimed. "So...you don't want me anymore?"
"No, of course I do," he answered. "I just don't want to share you."
"But I thought..." I began.
"I've tried to be okay with it," he continued. "I told myself that if there was even a small chance you'd choose me over him, I could wait as long as you needed me too, but I just can't live like this anymore. So if Grady won't take you back, I'll be here for you. But if he does, I can't keep seeing you. And not just because Grady wouldn't allow it. I won't either."
"What makes you think you're not my first choice?" I asked.
"Am I?" he asked. I hesitated.
"I don't really know."
"Exactly," he said. "You may not know who your first choice is, but I certainly do. I see the way you look at Grady and the way he looks at you. You really love him, I can tell."
"But I love you too," I interrupted.
"I don't think you do, Zor," he corrected me. "I think you just don't want to let go of your childhood and your using me, your first love, as a way to relive it."
"You're a psychologist now too?" I mumbled, not sure how to respond to that accusation.
"I dabble," he answered, smiling a little. "I mean, I'm sure it's not just that. I am kind of perfect I guess." I rolled my eyes. Had he always been this egotistical? How had I not noticed that? Suddenly dozens of Wesley's flaws I'd never noticed before became obvious.
"I'm not saying you don't have real feelings for me," he continued. "I just don't think it's true love. Infatuation maybe, at the very most."
"Maybe you're right," I answered. Wesley looked down at his feet sadly. My words had obviously crushed him. "You know what I think?" He looked back up at me. "I think we should be friends again. You know, get to know each other, for real this time, without any complications. And then we'll see where that leads."
"What about Grady?" he asked.
"Oh yea," I muttered, suddenly remembering. "Well, I guess I'm going to try to smooth things over with him. And if he forgives me..."
"Nothing can ever happen between us," he finished. "I get it."
"Hey," I said. "You'll find someone someday."
"I guess," he agreed halfheartedly. "I'll wait for you, though. If Grady won't take you back, you know where to find me." I nodded.
"Thanks, Wesley," I said, grabbing my coat and heading for the door. "Friends?" I held out my hand to him and he shook it.
"Friends."
Don't be too mad at me team wesley...ers (?) Remember, we still have to see if Grady will forgive her so Wesley definitely still has a chance. Oh my god, I totally trumped my weirdest dream last night with an even weirder dream...wait...nope. My weirdest dream is still the one where everyone in star wars was made of rice. ("may the rice be with you" like wtf?) But this was actually kind of funny. Not like the dream was literally funny, but the concept was funny. So there was this like dance or something, but it was like, they auction the girls off as like dates in a silent auction thing beforehand and then the girls go up on this stage and the guys claim their dates, like a people auction. I was seeing it from Hermione's (A Very Potter Musical Version') POV, but whenever I see it from another person's POV in a dream, their identity is always a little sketchy so I think I switched a little between Glee's Rachel Berry and...I think it was Sonny, but I'm not sure. I hate when you start to forget details of dreams as the day goes on. But basically it was Hermione and that's what made sense to the plot. It's just because i always have a dozen things on my mind that the details are inconsistant. Anyway, it was in my school cafetorium and hermione was on the stage and it was all dark out on the floor where everyone was and they called up the person who had "won" Hermione as their date and...(the suspense was killing me here because I had two suspicians of who it was going to be)...Draco Malfoy. So they were going to dance, but my dad woke me up. Now here's what makes the whole dream so funny...this wasn't real, even in the dream. I was...wait for it...writing a fanfiction. Like, I could see everything in front of my eyes, sort of like how when you write, you see what you're writing play out in your head (at least i do), but like, the whole time, I could hear the narrating of the story like the characters never really spoke it was always "blaha blah blah" said (insert name) that type of thing. So really, since I could hear everything out loud and see everything, I wasn't even seeing real stuff in my head, I was seeing stuff in my head in my head...if that makes sense. Weird, eh? And it's also kind of funny how I write fanfiction in my sleep. LOL. But I was thinking about writing an AVPM fanfiction. There's only like three on this whole site (You have to go into Misc. Then spoofs and parodies, then click "A Very Potter Musical/Sequel" under characters. I had to be directed by fanfiction staff to find it) Who knows? Maybe. No clue what it'd could be about though...oh wait (lightbulb!) yes I do! ;) So, I can now truthfully tell people that I can write fanfiction in my sleep. ha! How badass am I? okay, that's all .Peace out suckahs.
Random AVPM quote:
Cedric: Hufflepuffs are particularly good finders.
Dumbledore: What the hell is a hufflepuff?
