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Post by Jamie Allen on Feb 24, 2011 10:19:35 GMT
…why does it always rain on me?* * * Is It Because I Lied When I Was Seventeen? She started to chant a spell under her breath; I swallowed hard and started scanning the room for some means of escape... I could have always taken off the necklace and used my powers against her, but I had promised to never do that again... "Please, Frankie, whatever you're dooing.... Don't do it!" I begged desperately, backing further into the room. I got my foot stuck in a strap top I'd left lying around the floor and tripped backwards, landing flat on my ass on the bed. The more words she said, the more dizziier and confused I felt... Like there was a fog inside my head.... When I opened my eyes, I was confused and disoriented. How had I gotten back to my room? I looked up and nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw there was someone in the room with me. "Oh, Frankie," I exhaled, feeling foolish for getting a fright, "How did you get in here?" I asked, peering over to see the door was shut right. "How did you know which dorm I'm in?" I asked chirpily.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Mar 21, 2011 7:27:34 GMT
It had worked! I wasn't surprised that it had worked, I was more surprised that I actually did it. I had to to wait until she came round, but it didn't take long. When she woke up she was her chirpy self and asking questions. "Long story" I shrugged, turning round, "I better go, your mad at me, remember?" Luckily, she didnt get the irony. I left her in her room, hoping she wouldn't follow. I had decided then that I was going to stay away from her and it was clear she was going to stay away from me.
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Post by Jamie Allen on Mar 21, 2011 21:50:33 GMT
…why does it always rain on me?* * * Is It Because I Lied When I Was Seventeen? I was mad at her? Was I? There was so many things I didn't understand right now... I couldn't remember what she was doing in my room, or why she had said I was mad at her... I couldn't really remember much. "I think I have class tonight," I realised, checking my watch. Sure enough, I did I did indeedy. I touched my hair. It was wet. Had I already showered? I must have... Oh well! Time for class!
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Post by Frankie Blake on Mar 24, 2011 4:28:13 GMT
It had been almost a month since I had erased Jamie's memory. Since then I hadn't talked to her. I kept out of her way and ignored her when she made any attempt in communicating with me. I had decided I needed to stay away from her for my sake as well as hers. She was a fairy for God's sake! And I can't imagine she'd be too impressed if I knew. Aside from that, I wasn't sure how much of her memory I had erased, let alone how well the spell had worked. It was just too complicated. Which is why I was surprised and a little annoyed to see Jamie standing outside of my dorm one sunny Wednesday afternoon.
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Post by Jamie Allen on Mar 24, 2011 23:48:31 GMT
Frankie had been avoiding me, and I didn't understand why. I had tried to catch her in conversations in the hallways, or maybe I'd see her outside of school and wave or say hi but she'd acted like we didn't even know each other. I mean, I know we hadn't known each other that close, but in the human world, even acquaintances stopped to chat, didn't they? I was so confused. Had I done something wrong? I tried to catch her outside of class that day, but she avoided me like the plague. I could feel myself turning red. "Hey," I tapped the shoulder of another girl coming out of Frankie's class; hopefully she'd know a thing or two... Sure enough, within a few hours there I was, camping outside her dorm, when she walked up to it. "Frankie!" I jumped up, folding my arms. She couldn't walk away now, not without admitting she was avoiding me. "What's the story? Not that I would know, you know. It's been a while," My tone was bordering on sarcastic. "So what's up?"
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Post by Frankie Blake on Mar 25, 2011 3:26:00 GMT
I passed her, shrugging. "Not much really." I replied, knowing I couldn't ignore her now. Obviously she knew something was up. She had planned this well but I wasnt giving anything away. I couldn't let even the tiniest detail slip because I didn't know what she knew. I unlocked my dorm door but left the door closed. I turned back to Jamie who was still standing there. "Did you want something Allen?" I sighed, "I have a lot of work to catch up on so it would be great if this could wait." I turned back to the door and opened it.
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Post by Jamie Allen on Mar 25, 2011 21:03:10 GMT
I gritted my teeth, feeling my cheeks rush red and being offended by her tone. Since when had she started calling me by my surname? That was what human boys did, and as far as I was aware, myself and Frankie were both females. "You have a lot of work to do?" I asked skeptically, and then realized: She was lying. She was lying because she didn't want to see me. I felt myself deflate, and looked at the ground. We didn't even know each other that well, but all the same... Knowing that I was being avoided made me feel hurt. Was it because there was something wrong with me? There must be. "Did I do something?" I asked weakly, not sure how to react.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Mar 26, 2011 6:47:14 GMT
I sighed. "Its not what you did, it's what I did." I said, impatiently. But she wasn't buying it. She stormed past me, into my dorm."Yeah, you can come in Jamie, I'll just put on the kettle and we'll chat over tea." I murmered, following her into the room, closing the door behind me. There was no getting out of it now. I went over to our mini fridge, opening it. "Do you want a drink?" I asked, my hand hovering over a bottle of beer, but I decided not to go there again. I took out two cans of coke instead. I threw one to her and she just about caught it. I dropped my bag and folder on my bed and sat down on the ground beside the door. "What do you want, Allen?" I asked her coldly.
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Post by Jamie Allen on Mar 26, 2011 23:06:14 GMT
"You've been avoided me, and I came to seek an answer as to why," I sat down on her couch and crossed my legs, that was the human thing to do. I waited a moment before opening the can; I had learned the hard way that opening a just tossed can equals fizz and the destruction of clothing. "And since when did you start calling me Allen? Since when did you even learn my last name?" I demanded. "What's going on, Frankie? Are you being some crazy bi-polar crap and just taking it out on me? You wanna' explain?"
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Post by Frankie Blake on Mar 28, 2011 6:06:07 GMT
I unlaced my Doc Martins as she demanded answers from me. I didn't answer her until I had undone them and tossed them under my bed. She looked like she was getting annoyed and impatient. Well she could get as annoyed and as impatient as she wanted cause I wasn't giving in. "Not really," I said cooly. I took a drink from my coke and waited for her to explode.
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Post by Jamie Allen on Mar 28, 2011 23:04:59 GMT
I locked my jaw and gritted my teeth, feeling a hot blast of emotion course through my body. I felt a shiver run through me as a flash of red ran down my hair and then disappeared at the tips as if it had never been there; god I hoped she hadn't caught that. It was a mistake, a foolish fairy mistake, something that happened when I lost my temper. I shook my head like a child having a tantrum. "This is so stupid, Frankie!" I felt my eyes welling with tears; I couldn't help it, I was emotional right now. "You're being so mean to me and I-I don't understand what I've done wrong," I wiped my tears away and sniffed. "Well... Well I-I never liked you anyway," I lied in a huff, "And... And you have stupid hair!" I folded my arms moodily and stormed out; anywhere was better than here.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Mar 29, 2011 6:48:27 GMT
I was a little insulted about the hair thing. And I did feel a little bad for being such a bitch. Just a little. But what could I tell her? I suppose I could ask her what se remembers... "Wait, Jamie!" I called after her, internally hitting myself for using her first name. "Look..." I said, ollowing her out. I managed to grab onto her arm. "I'm sorry, let's just talk. Properly. Please?"
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Post by Jamie Allen on Mar 29, 2011 20:49:43 GMT
I raised my eyebrows, surprised by her sudden change of heart. "Now you want to talk?" I asked skeptically. After what, a month of pretending I didn't exist, she changes her mind? I bit the inside of my cheek. "Is this because of the hair comment? Because if that's the only reason you want to talk to me," I shook my head, sulking. "Okay, then, Frankie. Talk. Properly," i repeated her words. "Why have you been avoiding me? And don't say you haven't been, or else I'm walking away." I knew she had been. I wasn't that thick.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Mar 30, 2011 8:20:35 GMT
I didn't know what to say. Why couldn't witches read minds. I needed to find out what she remembred, in an inconspicuois way though. I hated not being a people person. I led he back into the room and sat down on the bed, looking at her. "You really don't remember anything, do you?" I asked her, already knowing why. "What is the last thing you remember before waking up that time I was in your dorm?" I could play on what she said and twist it into a story that made sense. Well, I hoped anyway.
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Post by Jamie Allen on Mar 31, 2011 18:36:59 GMT
"What do you mean, what do I remember?" I frowned. How had she known I'd been having memory problems? Wait, did she know what had happened to me? Why I couldn't remember that gap? "How did you know I couldn't remember before that...?" I asked confusedly, sitting on her desk chair and watching her watch me. I chewed the inside of my lip. "We were at a party, in a hot tub. I think I must have drank too much," I shrugged, "It's all foggy after that."
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