Seth Hevulen
Hogwarts Student (A)
Hufflepuff 6th Year
Posts: 153
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Post by Seth Hevulen on Oct 7, 2008 22:23:19 GMT 1
”He’s not a freak!”
Seth raised his eyebrows at his friend. Who cared if the guy was or was not a freak, he was weird. Completely gay and completely open about it, no confusion – how was that ever fair? Why couldn’t people be confused about these things anymore? Like he was.
”What and you tink I don’t?” Seth shouted back, ”I don’t spend time with you because I have to, I do it because I want to! I like spending time with you, but obviously you think I’m some sort of malicious asshole, so what I think doesn’t really matter anyway! You’re just a fucking guy in a wheelchair who does piss all for himself. Well you know what, maybe I won’t fucking help you in future, because you obviously don’t want it anyway!” Seth turned back to his bed in time to find a clock being thrown at him. It narrowly missed his head – he even felt the whoosh of the particles next to his ear as it flew by, his hair ruffling in the breeze.
He quickly turned back round on his friend, scowling at him before tossing the object back in his direction, to the end of his bed without the force it had flown at him.
”What the fuck is you’re fucking problem, mate? I’ve been friends with you for fucking years, without this place! That obviously means fuck all to you, you selfish bastard! If I wasn’t lying before, I’m bloody well taking back what I said before now! You ungrateful wanker!” Seth wasn’t one for swearing, shouting or being pissed off in any manner. Ever.
But Ash knew which buttons to press and he had done. Especially with that last comment.
”If you want me to be so fucking happy, then leave me the fuck alone, you hear me!”
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Post by ashley on Oct 7, 2008 22:45:55 GMT 1
”I don’t spend time with you because I have to, I do it because I want to! I like spending time with you, but obviously you think I’m some sort of malicious asshole, so what I think doesn’t really matter anyway!
Ashley wanted to retort already, wanted this screaming match that they had been avoiding very successfully so far. Because there were things that needed to be said. There was tension that needed to be resolved because it was so obvious that Seth had been leading him to believe he might possibly ever want him. He had never wanted that kiss, or he would have responded!
” You’re just a fucking guy in a wheelchair who does piss all for himself. Well you know what, maybe I won’t fucking help you in future, because you obviously don’t want it anyway!”
His jaw tightened, fingers clenching so harshly that the blood was drained from it. “Fuck you. I don’t need your help!” It was so unfair. It wasn’t like he could do a lot by himself! For Seth to say something like that was just a very low blow. And it made Ashley want to hurt him. Really fucking hurt him. “I bet Cypress is more than willing to help me out. Who knows, he might shower with me.”
The alarm clock was thrown back in his direction, it actually hit his shoulder but he didn’t even flinch. It wasn’t like it mattered even more. Every Hufflepuff in the Common Room could probably hear their fight, and at that thought, Ash’s eyes hardened. He had never looked at Seth this way.
”If you want me to be so fucking happy, then leave me the fuck alone, you hear me!”
It was almost as if Seth had dealt him a physical blow. Ashley gasped at that, biting his bottom lip so hard he was drawing blood. Resisting the urge to fling the poor alarm clock in his direction again, he just set it back onto the nightstand with trembling hands. “Fine! I’ll leave you alone! I hope you’ll be very happy...you and your imaginary friends!”
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Seth Hevulen
Hogwarts Student (A)
Hufflepuff 6th Year
Posts: 153
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Post by Seth Hevulen on Oct 7, 2008 23:01:49 GMT 1
”Fuck you, I don’t need you’re help!”
Seth smirked, sure he didn’t, he was close to yelling back ‘Fine!’ but he was interrupted by Ash’s next statement. Seth upturned his nose, his lip curling downwards in distaste, ”Then go and have your fucking make out sessions in the shower. Just leave me out of it!” Seth didn’t take his place back on his bed, he liked having the higher ground. He could be more threatening this way, make himself bigger than he was. He wasn’t exactly the biggest of builds – rather puny in fact so it helped that Ash couldn’t square up to him – he would have probably knocked him for six by now if he could.
Seth didn’t bother replying to Ash’s other comment, he just picked his book off the bed, and walked straight out into the common room. Every person in sight was looking at him – they hadn’t exactly been quite.
Everybody had no doubt heard every single word. Every single shout. This wasn’t good. The first years were gawping at him – along with everybody else. Nobody was used to him talking, yet alone yelling, and swearing at the top of his lungs.
Seth was at the end of his tether, and all these people still staring at him, didn’t help; ”What the fuck are you all looking at?” he growled moodily before storming towards t holy free seat by the fire and curling himself up in it to read. Other around him blinked some more – he never came in the common room. He was a loner – he was the freak, he never said a word to anybody – apart from Oz. Maybe now would be a good time to start talking to him some more.
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Post by ashley on Oct 7, 2008 23:22:12 GMT 1
”Then go and have your fucking make out sessions in the shower. Just leave me out of it!”
Ashley gritted his teeth, hating the fact that Seth could storm off like that. That just wasn't fair. He didn't even get to respond to anything, but shouted after him anyway, hoping that the asshole would hear. "Fine! I never wanted you anyway!" He clung to his pillow, screaming obscenities into the soft fabric for the better part of five minutes, not wanting to see anyone right now.
Eventually, he got up enough to draw the curtains around him and cast the silencing spell with a wavering voice. He didn't want anyone around to see him break down and cry into his pillows, because that's what he felt like right now. Seth...Seth had been his friend for over three years now. He had been there the moment Ash woke up from his coma. Those eyes could relax him every time.
He loved him. He loved him so fucking much and now Seth hated him, and he couldn't even blame the boy for it. Because he had been downright cruel. Why was it that he could admit this to himself but not to anyone else? Why was it that he couldn't apologize to his best friend when he felt his throat closing up at the mere thought of losing him?
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