Post by Elienp on Jan 5, 2012 11:35:07 GMT -8
Title: Their precious friendship
Rating: T
Words: 1492
Warning: none
Summary: Scorpius finally got serious, but it might not have been a so good idea.
He slammed the door in her face then went to collapse on his bed. He wouldn't answer to her shouts or unlock his room. He'd show her how stubborn he could be – as much as her actually.
“Scorpius open that door! Don't try to ignore me we both know it won't work!”
He stuck his tongue out in her direction.
“Scorpius!”
He closed his eyes. It was unfortunate he couldn't do the same with his ears, she was banging louder and louder on the door.
“We need to talk about this!”
“I don't want to talk with you!” he finally shouted back.
“Don't you dare use that tone with me! And come out from your den!”
“Stop yelling first!” he retorted.
The next bang was so hard that it both made him jump and fear that the wood wouldn't last.
“I am not yelling!” she shouted, marking a long pause between each word.
Scorpius raised an eyebrow - still at the door. “Sure you aren't,” he snickered.
“I can hear you! Now open that door before I do it myself!”
He tensed a little. Was she really going to burst it open? Could she do that?
“Scorpius!”
The hinges shook threateningly. How could he be such a fool, of course she'd do it!
“Scorpius,” her tone had become low.
The young man instantaneously jumped off his bed and hurried to grab the doorknob.
“I will open-” a flash of what had happened suddenly came back to his mind. This sort of exchange between them was so usual that it'd successfully made him forget this time was different. It was more serious, more important, at least to him. “I won't let you open that door!” he declared.
“We need to talk,” she said more gently. “Scorpius, I know I hurt you but-”
It was his turn to bang on the door. “Stop!” He couldn't believe he'd been able to forget what had just happened. “I don't want to hear anything about it.”
“Scorpius?”
“Just leave. Please,” he added in a breath.
He wasn't in the mood to bicker with her any more, not over such a thing, not as long as his heart would pound so hard in his chest. It hurt, a lot, and to know she was right behind the door only increased his pain.
“Scorpius,” Rose gently called. “We really need to talk.”
“Good night Rose.”
His words were adamant, their conversation – if you could call their exchange thus – was over. To run through the halls to his room with her going after him had been a moment of oblivion. Now that reality had taken back its rights, Scorpius wasn't able to keep the mask up any longer. He couldn't be as childish as usual. He didn't feel like doing his best not to make her worry. He promised to himself he'd apologize for not having opened the door, but not now, not so soon.
“Tomorrow,” he murmured and knew she'd heard him when she whispered back: “Good night Scorpius,” in a gentle tone.
The young man collapsed on his bed once again, whining. As much as he tried to get rid of them, the memories wouldn't leave him in peace.
His hands slapped his forehead in frustration. He'd been a fool to think Rose would have reacted in another way. What he'd done was sheer craziness.
He growled and turned on his stomach. He should have known better than to act on an impulse, above all when their friendship was at stake.
“I suck,” he sighed.
Rose would forgive him and forget about his stupid move, because they were friend, but he, on the contrary, wouldn't be able to erase the memories from his mind. They'd keep coming back each time he'd see her, each time he'd think about her - which meant a lot.
She'd do her best to cheer him up, to go on as if nothing had happened. She'd do that because their friendship was important to her.
“At least she likes you in some way,” he bitterly mumbled.
She liked him as a friend, almost as a sibling - and this was what had deceived him. He'd thought he could hope for more. He'd seen encouraging signs where, in reality, there had been nothing special. His hope had been deceiving him so much that it had led him to make the biggest mistake of his life so far. After his confession she might have stopped wanting to be his friend, she might have stopped wanting to be near him. He might have broken their precious friendship because of his naïvety.
“Scorpius get out of your den! I know everything!”
Scorpius only buried his head further into his pillow.
“I can't believe you did it! Are you insane?”
“Yes!” he cried back.
He knew, without having to hear it, that Albus, contrary to Rose, wouldn't hesitate to break the door if he didn't get an answer quickly enough.
“What were you thinking about?”
“About nothing I suppose!”
“But this is something only a fool would do!”
“Then I guess I'm a fool!”
“Rose is really feeling bad! What are you going to do?”
“How do you think I feel?”
“But you're the responsible! You have to do something!”
Scorpius' feet automatically led him to the door. “I won't apologize for that!” he yelled.
He was clenching and unclenching his fists, if Albus had been in front of him he'd probably have punched him in the face.
He'd promised he'd apologize for not having opened the door, but he'd never apologize for having confessed. Why should he? It wasn't his fault if his feelings for Rose had grown deeper than what friendship allowed. He definitely wouldn't apologize for that, and he was certain Rose wasn't expecting him to do that either. It'd be cruel to ask such a thing from him.
“Scorpius?” Albus called in the same gentle tone Rose had used earlier.
“I won't apologize for that,” he repeated though his friend had already understood.
Scorpius' eyes were starting to sting.
“You should open that door, if not for me, do it for her at least.”
“Later,” Scorpius replied in a breath.
He hated to sound so pitiful, however he wasn't in the mood to care right now. He felt hurt, heart-broken, and would probably remain in such a state for a while.
“She needs to talk to you,” Albus insisted.
“Not now!” Scorpius retorted while punching the wall beside the door. “I understand she feels bad, but I'm the one who has been rejected!”
“She is your friend-”
“I don't care!” he yelled. “Right now I don't care,” he repeated weakly then collapsed on the floor. “I don't want to be her friend.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, but it was already too late. Tears were already flooding his cheeks.
“It's all right Scorpius. You only need to talk together and-”
“No!”
“Don't be a brat you-”
“I'm not a brat, just a fool. Leave me in peace,” he mumbled.
“Scorpius-”
“Leave me alone!” he shouted.
Albus was about to retort but finally decided against it. When he'd heard about the incident from Rose he'd hoped the situation wouldn't be that catastrophic. He'd hoped Scorpius had been fooling around as he was used to doing, unfortunately, this time, his confession had been true. After an eternity of hesitation he'd finally dared confess his feelings to the girl – the only girl – he truly liked, and here was the result.
“You know where you can find me if you want to talk. Don't hesitate to come,” Albus added after some seconds. “I'm sorry I yelled at you before. I though-”
“That I wasn't being serious,” Scorpius cut him off. “It's nothing, I understand. Go away now.”
“Scorpius-”
“Later,” the young man pleaded. “Please leave me alone for a while.”
He waited for the steps of his friend to fade away before going back to lay in his bed. When he woke up on the morrow he'd certainly act as if nothing had happened. He'd go to see Rose, greet her with a huge smile, erase her worries and tell her everything was to be as usual.
He'd do that for her, because he loved her and didn't want her to suffer from his own pain.
Though she was the first girl to have broken his heart, their friendship was too important for him to let them be away from each other.
Because he loved her, he'd do his best to be her friend, no matter how painful it'd be for him.
Rating: T
Words: 1492
Warning: none
Summary: Scorpius finally got serious, but it might not have been a so good idea.
He slammed the door in her face then went to collapse on his bed. He wouldn't answer to her shouts or unlock his room. He'd show her how stubborn he could be – as much as her actually.
“Scorpius open that door! Don't try to ignore me we both know it won't work!”
He stuck his tongue out in her direction.
“Scorpius!”
He closed his eyes. It was unfortunate he couldn't do the same with his ears, she was banging louder and louder on the door.
“We need to talk about this!”
“I don't want to talk with you!” he finally shouted back.
“Don't you dare use that tone with me! And come out from your den!”
“Stop yelling first!” he retorted.
The next bang was so hard that it both made him jump and fear that the wood wouldn't last.
“I am not yelling!” she shouted, marking a long pause between each word.
Scorpius raised an eyebrow - still at the door. “Sure you aren't,” he snickered.
“I can hear you! Now open that door before I do it myself!”
He tensed a little. Was she really going to burst it open? Could she do that?
“Scorpius!”
The hinges shook threateningly. How could he be such a fool, of course she'd do it!
“Scorpius,” her tone had become low.
The young man instantaneously jumped off his bed and hurried to grab the doorknob.
“I will open-” a flash of what had happened suddenly came back to his mind. This sort of exchange between them was so usual that it'd successfully made him forget this time was different. It was more serious, more important, at least to him. “I won't let you open that door!” he declared.
“We need to talk,” she said more gently. “Scorpius, I know I hurt you but-”
It was his turn to bang on the door. “Stop!” He couldn't believe he'd been able to forget what had just happened. “I don't want to hear anything about it.”
“Scorpius?”
“Just leave. Please,” he added in a breath.
He wasn't in the mood to bicker with her any more, not over such a thing, not as long as his heart would pound so hard in his chest. It hurt, a lot, and to know she was right behind the door only increased his pain.
“Scorpius,” Rose gently called. “We really need to talk.”
“Good night Rose.”
His words were adamant, their conversation – if you could call their exchange thus – was over. To run through the halls to his room with her going after him had been a moment of oblivion. Now that reality had taken back its rights, Scorpius wasn't able to keep the mask up any longer. He couldn't be as childish as usual. He didn't feel like doing his best not to make her worry. He promised to himself he'd apologize for not having opened the door, but not now, not so soon.
“Tomorrow,” he murmured and knew she'd heard him when she whispered back: “Good night Scorpius,” in a gentle tone.
The young man collapsed on his bed once again, whining. As much as he tried to get rid of them, the memories wouldn't leave him in peace.
His hands slapped his forehead in frustration. He'd been a fool to think Rose would have reacted in another way. What he'd done was sheer craziness.
He growled and turned on his stomach. He should have known better than to act on an impulse, above all when their friendship was at stake.
“I suck,” he sighed.
Rose would forgive him and forget about his stupid move, because they were friend, but he, on the contrary, wouldn't be able to erase the memories from his mind. They'd keep coming back each time he'd see her, each time he'd think about her - which meant a lot.
She'd do her best to cheer him up, to go on as if nothing had happened. She'd do that because their friendship was important to her.
“At least she likes you in some way,” he bitterly mumbled.
She liked him as a friend, almost as a sibling - and this was what had deceived him. He'd thought he could hope for more. He'd seen encouraging signs where, in reality, there had been nothing special. His hope had been deceiving him so much that it had led him to make the biggest mistake of his life so far. After his confession she might have stopped wanting to be his friend, she might have stopped wanting to be near him. He might have broken their precious friendship because of his naïvety.
“Scorpius get out of your den! I know everything!”
Scorpius only buried his head further into his pillow.
“I can't believe you did it! Are you insane?”
“Yes!” he cried back.
He knew, without having to hear it, that Albus, contrary to Rose, wouldn't hesitate to break the door if he didn't get an answer quickly enough.
“What were you thinking about?”
“About nothing I suppose!”
“But this is something only a fool would do!”
“Then I guess I'm a fool!”
“Rose is really feeling bad! What are you going to do?”
“How do you think I feel?”
“But you're the responsible! You have to do something!”
Scorpius' feet automatically led him to the door. “I won't apologize for that!” he yelled.
He was clenching and unclenching his fists, if Albus had been in front of him he'd probably have punched him in the face.
He'd promised he'd apologize for not having opened the door, but he'd never apologize for having confessed. Why should he? It wasn't his fault if his feelings for Rose had grown deeper than what friendship allowed. He definitely wouldn't apologize for that, and he was certain Rose wasn't expecting him to do that either. It'd be cruel to ask such a thing from him.
“Scorpius?” Albus called in the same gentle tone Rose had used earlier.
“I won't apologize for that,” he repeated though his friend had already understood.
Scorpius' eyes were starting to sting.
“You should open that door, if not for me, do it for her at least.”
“Later,” Scorpius replied in a breath.
He hated to sound so pitiful, however he wasn't in the mood to care right now. He felt hurt, heart-broken, and would probably remain in such a state for a while.
“She needs to talk to you,” Albus insisted.
“Not now!” Scorpius retorted while punching the wall beside the door. “I understand she feels bad, but I'm the one who has been rejected!”
“She is your friend-”
“I don't care!” he yelled. “Right now I don't care,” he repeated weakly then collapsed on the floor. “I don't want to be her friend.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, but it was already too late. Tears were already flooding his cheeks.
“It's all right Scorpius. You only need to talk together and-”
“No!”
“Don't be a brat you-”
“I'm not a brat, just a fool. Leave me in peace,” he mumbled.
“Scorpius-”
“Leave me alone!” he shouted.
Albus was about to retort but finally decided against it. When he'd heard about the incident from Rose he'd hoped the situation wouldn't be that catastrophic. He'd hoped Scorpius had been fooling around as he was used to doing, unfortunately, this time, his confession had been true. After an eternity of hesitation he'd finally dared confess his feelings to the girl – the only girl – he truly liked, and here was the result.
“You know where you can find me if you want to talk. Don't hesitate to come,” Albus added after some seconds. “I'm sorry I yelled at you before. I though-”
“That I wasn't being serious,” Scorpius cut him off. “It's nothing, I understand. Go away now.”
“Scorpius-”
“Later,” the young man pleaded. “Please leave me alone for a while.”
He waited for the steps of his friend to fade away before going back to lay in his bed. When he woke up on the morrow he'd certainly act as if nothing had happened. He'd go to see Rose, greet her with a huge smile, erase her worries and tell her everything was to be as usual.
He'd do that for her, because he loved her and didn't want her to suffer from his own pain.
Though she was the first girl to have broken his heart, their friendship was too important for him to let them be away from each other.
Because he loved her, he'd do his best to be her friend, no matter how painful it'd be for him.