Ted felt a flood of relief as she looked up at him. Her eyes didn't seem as pained as they were before, they seemed much more at ease then they were before. He knew she agreed, throwing away their entire relationship was not worth this. They meant too much to one another to just simply throw it away, and that always brought him a little fate. Fate that they would be friends again. Beyond that, he wasn't so sure.
He scrunched up his face at her laughter, thinking it was just a moment sort of thing. At least he hope so, that was not the Rosie laughter he was used to, nor wanted to hear if it was going to stay like that. He raised an eyebrow as she said once again he didn't deserve it, and that he wasn't a jackass. What had she been doing in the common room then? Freaking out at him for no good reason? As she admitted that he might of been a little of one and laughed, he laughed along with her and shook his head. "We'll have to work on that laugh of yours, I'll have to admit it's a tad peculiar."
Ted smiled as she told him that he was still his best friend, despite everything. He shook his head, "No no, it's alright. I understand. There was a lot to think about." he said, smiling over at her as he rested his head on the wall. A frown replaced his smile as she told him she was afraid as well. "Rosie, what could you be afraid of?"
Rosie didn't want to let him know that her body was screaming to crawl back into his lap. To hug him, tell him she loved him, wipe that weird look off his face and make him smile. She craved that smile like a drug-user craved pot. The weariness etched into his features was something she couldn't handle. He looked so much older than she remembered him. Maybe she looked older too. That's what stress and dispair did to a person, she supposed.
She smiled at his talk about her laugh. "Well, I've been out of practice for a while," she told him. She could have also told him that she hadn't laughed since that night she'd walked in on him and Lily. That she'd tried, but it came out fake as hell. That she just wanted to be able to sit with him and laugh her head off. But she didn't. Because those were things she was too scared to say.
As he asked her why she was scared, she immediately felt rather self-conscious. A new feeling around him. Normally, she felt totally herself around this boy that was her everything. But now she wasn't so sure. "I dunno, me being stupid I suppose," she answered, her voice hardly a whisper. She knew he wouldn't just take that, so she elaborated a bit. "I just thought that maybe you'd changed. That you weren't the guy who's been my best friend for sixteen years. The guy I fell in love with..." She trailed off, looking up at him, willing him to understand and come up with the perfect answer so they could avoid the awkward subject of them. Together. The thing they both wanted more than anything in the world. Or, at least Rosie knew she did.
Ted smiled weakly back at her. "Well, there hasn't been much to laugh about, has there?" Ted asked her rhetorically. In his own opinion, there was nothing funny anymore to him, which was quite peculiar because Ted was known for his up beat attitude and sense of humor. It seemed to disappear when Rosie fell out of his life, and now that she was slowly making her way back he was feeling better about the entire situation. "I'll have to fix that." he said, sending her a lopsided smile. But it wasn't his full one, the one that reached his eyes and showed nearly every single one of his teeth. No, that was something he was going to have to learn again.
It took everything in him to stop himself from pulling Rosie into his lap, hugging her close and telling her how sorry he was and how much he loved her. The fact that he knew she wouldn't hug him back and tell him everything was going to be alright and that she still loved him just as much. Because he knew that second part wouldn't happen. Sure, somewhere inside him was telling him she felt exactly the same way, but he pushed it off as false hope, she couldn't actually believe him.
He rolled his eyes, as if to tell her that wasn't enough of a answer for him, and if she read his mind, she elaborated. As she spoke he found it extremely hard to resist the battle he was having with himself again, to give her love that she wouldn't reciprocate or to not? He let out a loud sigh, letting his eyes meet hers at the same time as they looked at one another. For a moment he allowed himself to be absorbed in those eyes, until he found words. "Rosie, I haven't changed. I'm still the same bloke that's been your friend since we've been able to talk, the same bloke that you fell in love with, and the same bloke who's still in love.." he trailed off, not able to tell her, not able to take the rejected once again.
Before she could speak again, he did. "I'm trying to change though, change for the better." he said, looking at his hands. "I.. I went to the Hospital Wing the other day, to, uh, check up on something." he fiddled with his hands as he spoke. "They.. they.. well they don't know much about me since I'm the first of my kind, besides Vic of course but she's only maybe a quarter." Ted said, still looking down at his hands. "They think I've hit a relapse.. that maybe it's going to be as bad as before..." Ted said. During his third year, when he hit puberty, Ted had hit a nasty bit of his werewolf gene, becoming increasingly unhappy and mean to everyone around him. They started him of the wolfsbane potion, and when everyone found out about it, they were afraid of him. Their friends wouldn't talk to him, just cower. They only ones he talked to were Rosie, Zane and James and the few odds and ends of people, but that was about it. He sucked in a breathe. "I don't want to take it again. I don't want to be feared again." Ted whispered, loud enough for her to hear him though.
Last Edit: Dec 6, 2009 19:32:03 GMT by Teddy Lupin