Oh shit.
What the bloody hell did I just do?
I partly blame all the firewhiskies I drank for this. I just hate being sloshed sometimes. But only sometimes.
((Ok, this part's hexed, charmed, whatever you call it, so only Oliver can read it:Oliver, I would completely understand if you don't ever talk to me again, but I need to explain myself
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Almost.
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Just let me know the time and place.
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So let's say, The Three Broomsticks, maybe at around sunset after we play some Quidditch. Next weekend, of course.
You know anyone who could play with us?
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If you want me to do anything for teh drama, let me know. :D]
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Honestly, what is there to explain, Katie?
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I'm sorry, Oliver. So, so, sorry. I mean - I didn't mean to just...shove the fact that I still like you in your face. Being drunk just does that to you, I guess. And, um, sorry, for that whole, er, speech about how I thought everything was so unfair. And, I'm sorry about, you know... kissing you when you least expected it.
Don't even ask how I remember, I'm just sorry. I hope you'll forgive me. Though, I would completely understand if you don't want to.
Really.
Ok, maybe I'll mope around a bit but I'll be fine.
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And about that kiss. Well, umm, yes, that. It was rather abrupt. Caught me off-guard, but really very lovely and familiar.... it was kind of quick and I was a bit woozy, but yeah... That should definitely happen, I mean, NOT happen again.
I feel a headache coming.
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Sorry. That seems to be the only thing I can say. I - I don't know, I can't help but feel ... um, great by it. But I know I've definitely done something horrible.
I thought you would think it was ... not lovely, really.
Ok, now I really don't know what to say.
I'm sorry for this, Oliver. I was so POSITIVE you didn't have feelings for me anymore, that's probably the reason why I wanted to regain our friendship.
I didn't know it would be this complicated.
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