Post by monique v. aubrey on Mar 1, 2011 18:35:25 GMT -5
SUCH A BEAUTIFUL MESS
* intertwined and overrun
it was late. later than monique wanted to admit to herself. recently she was having troubles sleeping. okay, not really recently, but the past two nights. perhaps it was because she was up late at night worrying about school, or about life and her relationship with tristan. or perhaps it was because the nights before she had been with tristan, up until all hours of the night laughing, talking, having tickle fights that usually ended up with hour make outs. but she knew that it couldn't go on like that. a girl needed her sleep. and a girl needed to graduate hogwarts. it was monique's last year after all, and there were a lot of things looming. like tests and exams and all that good stuff before heading out into the real world. and though it may have been considered old school, monique genuinely cared about her grades and her marks and how well she did in school. and well, tristan cared about monique so he was going to let it go. he had insisted that they do homework together, but monique was pretty sure that was a disaster waiting to happen. especially since they went public with their relationship tristan wasn't all that worried about keeping his hands to himself. so monique had escaped tristan and vanished into the gryffindor common room. but of course, that hadn't really turned out the way she planned either. because all those friends who she had been neglecting for tristan had bombarded her. and well she had obligations to them as well. so after staying up for hours in her room finishing her homework, and trying to lay in bed, and not being able to fall asleep, she had ended up here. on the couch in the gryffindor common room at two in the morning. joy.
she had tried to lay in her bed, and tried to lay on the couch. nothing was working. she thought about going to the kitchen and seeing if the house elves would put something together for her to eat, but then she realized she wasn't hungry. she could go and see if tristan was awake, but she doubted that. he was probably catching up on his sleep now. unless he did that during class, which monique wouldn't put it passed him. it must have been nice to be tristan. he had the charms of an angel and just seemed to get away with anything. sure, monique had a cute smile and bubbly personality to get her through the day, but tristan just seemed to have all the luck in the world with assignments and being late for class. she couldn't pull that off.
over the last month monique couldn't express how happy she had been with tristan either. there was something about the way he smiled, the way his hand just stroked her shoulder when they were cuddling on the couch. everything had just seemingly come together. she had been so lost in the entire process that she had nearly forgotten about anything else that was occurring. and that was more or less school and friends. alright, so her friends understood, though that didn't make them any less jealous sometimes. not in a bad way. but you know how relationships are when they first start out. no one can hold it against her. and then school. there it was again. this little thing that just ruined everything. readings, essays, notes. things monique had spent her night finishing and now could not sleep. so what did she do? while she had the chance, she was going to try and get a head start for next week. not only would that make tristan happy, but it would make her happier as well. more time with the boy, and less stress about homework.
she had just gotten halfway through her latest defense against the dark arts reading when she heard soft footsteps from behind her. it was late. really late. she wondered who in the world would be wandering around this late at night. someone else who obviously couldn't sleep. turning her head around slowly she saw probably the last person she expected to see. well, who did she actually expect to see? no one really. maybe one of her roommates wondering where she was and telling her to get her butt up to bed. maybe some random student who just couldn't sleep, or was sneaking off to one of the other dorms. but not the person that she saw standing in front of her. not james potter. she in took a breath sharply hoping he couldn't tell. her eyes met his awkwardly as they stood there for a moment in pure silence. monique and james hadn't really talked since, well, since the whole kiss thing went down between the two of them. they were nearly best friends since first year, always being there for one another, and he was the one guy that monique had always had a thing for. she had kept it a secret for so long, and finally when she opened up to him and told him how she felt, he responded by kissing her. it was the most amazing thing that ever happened. at the time monique swore she could hear fireworks going off in her head. it was as if she had stepped right out of a movie. but when the kiss ended her entire ideals and perception of james changed. when he told her nothing could happen. that he didn't want to hurt her. well, newsflash, he hurt her so bad. and she told him that, not being one to really keep things to herself. and since that night, they had barely spoken. he had gone off, maybe too afraid to talk to her, maybe she slightly tried to avoid him, and then he had started dating jossilyn, another girl in the house that monique didn't really know too well. monique didn't want to admit it, even to herself, but that hurt. knowing he didn't want to hurt her, but that he would take the chance on some other girl that monique had barely seen him around with. it just wasn't fair, at least in monique's mind. but then again, she couldn't really fight with herself, because at the time when all of this was happening with james and her mother's illness in came tristan to save the day. an unexpected gift that was sent to her, and what fine wrapping paper he had. tristan had been everything that monique needed and wanted and there he was, opening up to her, allowing her to cry on his shoulder, and wanting her, wanting to be with her and make her world better. that was what monique needed. tristan. but as she stared at james, the silence between them beginning to feel like it was lasting an eternity she couldn't help but think about that day with him. they literally hadn't spoken. a few awkward glances when in a group, or a 'hi' but not like this. never alone. and why was it that he was up this late? monique couldn't unlock her eyes from his. after another moment she couldn't bare it anymore. "hey," was all that came from her mouth. awkward, yes. but that was all that she could think of saying to him. in her head she immediately felt stupid. after all this time all she could say was 'hey'. what in the world was he thinking?
TAGGED james s. potter
WORD COUNT 1,243
LISTENING TO nothing
CREDIT caution for picture, sara bareilles lyrics
NOTES hope that this was an alright start. i'm excited!!
