Wayne Hopkins (pl_wayne) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2010-01-15 16:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1999 january, sally-ann perks, wayne hopkins |
Who: Sally & Wayne
What: Wayne has some 'splainin to do
Where: Their spot on the roof
When: Friday at lunch
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
Don't believe everything happiness says
Nothing feels better than hiding these days
We bury our fears in the drinks, in these tears
For the days we believed we could
Sally had stopped and grabbed some sandwiches for her and Wayne from the Great Hall. Rules be damned. She had two butterbeers in her bag, and really that was good enough for lunch. They'd be talking most of the time anyway. She couldn't believe Wayne had kept that from her. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about it last night after Justin told her. He had no reason not to tell her. It wasn't like she would've been mad.
Well, she was at the moment, but that was mainly cause Wayne hadn't told her. She sighed as she got onto the seventh floor and immediately climbed out of the window and onto her platform. Everything had been going to hell lately. She twisted the top off her butterbeer and took a sip, waiting for her best friend to arrive and explain why he had been keeping that from her.
It didn't occur to Wayne that Sally might be upset. They met for lunch all of the time. All of the seventh and eight years had buckled down since the term stated and even Wayne was studying more and trying harder. He was late meeting Sally for lunch. Wayne stayed late to talk to his Muggle Studies Professor. By the time he reached Sally on the roof, Wayne was famished.
Sitting down next to Sally, Wayne took the butterbeer out of her hands and drank a big gulp. "Hey, loser."
"Hey." she left the 'buttmunch' off. That was for when she was in a better mood. She grabbed the other butterbeer and opened, taking a sip before she started talking. "So, do you anything new going on? Anything interesting you might want to share with me, your best friend?" Sally flashed him a smile that clearly showed how mad she was.
She still couldn't believe it. She'd been telling him everything lately, unless it involved Harold, and she expected the same in return. Sally took another sip and picked up her sandwich, waiting for Wayne to answer.
Wayne raised his eyebrows at her tone. Some people might not know the tone, but he did. And since there was only one thing that had happened recently he hadn't shared with Sally, it didn't take Wayne long to figure out what she was talking about.
"You're about as subtle as a bag of bricks." Wayne wiped his mouth with his sleeve and shrugged his shoulders. "So, I have to tell you every time I kiss someone?"
"It'd be nice." What? Sally took another bite from her sandwich to distract herself. Why had she sounded jealous?
Because her best friend hadn't told her something big that had happened. That's why. Sally frowned slightly and looked at Wayne. "I meant, you don't have to tell me every time, but when it's one of our friends? It'd be nice to hear it from you. Especially when we had already talked about you snogging Justin." of course that weeks ago, and she hadn't actually expected him to do it, but still.
Wayne frowned at her. That wasn't fair. He was still trying to sort out how he felt about the entire situation and that was something he needed to do on his own. He sure as hell didn't ask her about her personal life with Harold. Mostly because he didn't want to know.
"I didn't know Justin was going to say anything to you, first of all. And maybe I just wasn't ready to talk about it yet. I'm not allowed to think things through anymore?" Wayne heard himself getting defensive and knew he should just shut up and apologize, but he couldn't.
Sally blinked at him. Just because he didn't want to know about Harold doesn't mean she had to change. They had always talked about this stuff together! And if Wayne hadn't been so upset with her when she had told him about Harold she would've talked to him about it. What she had been thinking. But no, he overreacted, and now what?
Sally just sat there, thinking. "Of course you're allowed to think things through. I just, thought you would've at least told me."
Looking out over the tops of the trees in the forest, Wayne didn't say anything for a long moment. Even though Sally knew now, that didn't mean he was ready. "Well. You know now." If she thought he was going to give up more information than that, she was wrong.
It struck Wayne, once again, how much things had changed. They were growing up and Wayne could see how their paths would change in the upcoming months.
Sally was thinking along the same lines as Wayne. It wasn't fair. They were best fucking friends, always had been. Why did anything have to change for them? Maybe if she hadn't come back last year, things would be different. If they had spent last year together, maybe they would still be just as close.
"Yeah, I guess I do." Sally pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her head on them. She had this burning feeling in the pit of her stomach and she wanted it gone. It was the same feeling she had whenever she started thinking about her and Wayne.
Wayne hated that he couldn't explain to Sally what he was thinking. He couldn't tell her all of it. Justin made him feel wanted. And not just as a friend. Justin was helping fill the void left in his life when Sally went and fell for someone else. And it wasn't just that she was with someone.. it was that she was with a bloke. He was supposed to be the man in her life and no matter how many times she assured him otherwise, Wayne didn't feel special any longer.
Besides, seeing Sally with someone else hurt like hell and Wayne hated thinking about it. And that's why he felt so good with Justin. Because Justin just saw him and Wayne wanted someone to see him for what he was worth. But he couldn't explain that to Sally. He couldn't tell her that Justin gave Wayne everything she hadn't.
"I think I'm going to get going."
If she had known everything Wayne had been thinking, she would've felt horrible. She would've realized what an awful friend she had been for not realizing it, and she would've done everything to show him what he meant to her. Even If it included giving up her own happiness, and breaking up with Harold. She didn't want to. But she would've. If Wayne had told her.
Sally just looked at him. She knew her eyes were wide and scared. Things were changing and not for the better. She looked down at the ring on her finger and just nodded. She couldn't think of anything to say. There wasn't anything to say to fix everything between them, not without hashing everything out, which neither of them were willing to do.
Pulling himself up, Wayne lingered for a moment as though he was going to say something else. He really did want to tell Sally how much she meant to him, but she would know he wasn't saying everything. And Wayne knew his friend never thought of him as anything but a friend. The thought of him in that way probably made her laugh. Or maybe gag. Either way, he wasn't going to put her in that situation.
"It's cold out here," he finally settled on. "You should have a sweatshirt on." Wayne tugged off the red hooded sweatshirt he had on and handed it to Sally. "You can give it back to me later."
Sally continued looking straight ahead, watching Wayne get up out of the corner of her eye. She felt horrible, and she knew as soon as he left, she would start crying. She'd been doing that a lot lately. Waiting till she was absolutely alone to cry. It was odd, she usually never cried.
Sally took the sweatshirt with a small smile, and just held it to her chest. She didn't feel cold at all, but she probably would soon. "Thanks Waynie." Her voice came out soft, and she quickly looked back out over the grounds. She could feel her eyes welling up and the last thing she wanted was for Wayne to see her crying and stay with her out of pity.