Wayne Hopkins (pl_wayne) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2010-01-19 15:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1999 january, hogwarts: great hall, rating: pg13, sally-ann perks, wayne hopkins |
Who: Wayne and Sally
When: Tuesday Evening
Where: Great Hall
What: Having an awkward meal together
Rating: Low
Status: Complete/Closed
Wayne walked into the Great Hall alongside Ernie and scanned the Hufflepuff table. Without most of the students at Hogwarts it was pretty easy to have space to yourself if you wanted it. He flashed a smile at Justin before he caught sight of Sally. Wayne frowned. He didn't like being at odds with his best friend. He didn't like that they were changing. It was inevitable, of course, but that didn't mean it made him happy.
Walking over to where she sat, Wayne plopped down across the table from Sally. "I was thinking, we should probably talk about all of this. How things are different now."
Sally was picking at her food, she hadn't really had much of an appetite lately. She didn't look up when Wayne went to her, figuring it was just someone else. So her face looked very shocked when she saw that it was Wayne and heard what he was saying.
Oh, she didn't want to do that. Talking about that would not be good. "Yeah, we probably should." Sally set down her fork, less hungry than she was before, and watched as her plate vanished.
Pulling a warm piece of bread from a basket, Wayne ripped off all of the crusts and set them aside. He wasn't sure how to even start this conversation. They had argued more in the last month or two than they had in the last seven years.
And there were things he couldn't tell her. Things he wouldn't tell her.
"Do you still want to be my friend?"
Sally had been staring down at the table. She didn't want to have this conversation. It sounded stupid, but by having this conversation, they were admitting there was something wrong in their friendship. They both knew it, but talking about it would just make it worse.
Wayne's words made her head shoot up and she glared of him. "Of course I still want to be your friend. Merlin, are you daft? Just because things are different doesn't mean I don't need you." Sally bit her lip and went back to looking at the table. Her next words came out incredibly soft, "Do you still want to be my friend?"
Well, that was a relief. Wayne worried that Sally didn't need him anymore. And he knew she told him otherwise all the time, but people never wanted to tell you they didn't need you.
"Yeah, of course. You're my family. I can't just stop caring about you because we're growing up." And that's what was happening, wasn't it? They were getting older and finding they didn't want the same things in life. It happened. Wayne should've expected it.
"You know I.. I don't like Harold. But that's not why I'm upset, Sal."
Sally let out a sigh of relief. They really shouldn't be having this talk in the Great Hall, but she was too nervous to say anything. She was too scared of what was going to happen. Just because they still wanted to be friends with each other, doesn't mean that nothing bad couldn't still happen. What if he wanted time away from her, like Harold? Then who would she have?
Sally glanced over at Wayne before going back to staring at the table. What else would he have to be upset with her about? She wasn't going to mention Harold, or that she was worried he was going to break up with her. There was no point. If she said that, Wayne would probably be relieved.
"Why're you upset then?" Sally racked her mind, trying to think of some other offense she had made.
Wayne chewed on a bit of bread while he worded his answer. He was upset because he couldn't have her. There was more than that, though. He was upset because she didn't seem to understand how he felt. And he was upset because she didn't want to acknowledge how he felt.
"Do you remember when you started dating him and I told you why I didn't like it? Because I felt like I was being replaced. All you did was tell me that I wasn't. But that didn't mean I stopped worrying about it. It's hard.. seeing your best friend move on with someone else. Especially someone who doesn't deserve her. I mean.. I know you better than anyone in the world and just like that I went from your guy to.. well to your backup."
Sally listened to Wayne intently, while glaring at the table. That wasn't exactly fair. She didn't see how her being with Harold was any different from her dating the muggle girls in town over the summer. Just because he was a guy didn't make it different.
Sally bit her lip, thinking of a reply. "You were never my backup. You're still my guy. I just feel like I can't come to you anymore." There was so much more Sally could say, but they were all angry words that she would immediately want to take back. He didn't know that Harold didn't deserve her. Wayne had told her not to talk about Harold with him, and unfortunately when she needed her best friend most, she couldn't go to him because it involved Harold. Sally just sighed, she didn't want to sound like she was blaming Wayne.
"Why? I haven't left. I'm still here. And I'm not sorry that I don't want to hear about Harold." Wayne had accepted they were together. He hadn't punched Dingle since. And he hadn't gone around talking about what a worthless prick he was either. That was a vast improvement.
"You keep SAYING that I'm your guy and all, but.. come on. Can't you just admit to yourself that things aren't the same?"
Sally shook her head. "Things are different, yeah, I'll admit that. But that doesn't mean you're not my guy. You're always going to be my guy."
"What about when you can tell something's wrong with me, and I don't want to tell you cause it involves Harold? Ok, I'm sorry that you hate him, and that you hate that we're together, but you should still care about how it affects me."Sally sighed again and started picking at a loose string on her pants. "What're we going to do about this? We can't keep fighting. I'm tired of it."
"So I have to be the unselfish one? I have the be the one who just ignores how I feel about everything? That's not fair." Wayne didn't want to be unselfish. He always, always stuck up for Sally and always put her first in his life. And now he was suppose to forget about how angry and hurt he felt when she needed to cry on his shoulder?
Wayne blew out a long, annoyed and frustrated breath. "I don't know. I feel like I have to change how I'm behaving because you won't."
"I'm not saying you have to ignore how you feel. I'm saying it'd be nice if you gave a shit about a part of my life that doesn't involve you." Sally ran a hand through her hair, and continued, "Alright, how about I be the unselfish one and break up with Harold. Would that make you happy, Wayne?" Sally made the sarcasm evident in her voice. There was no way either of them could come out of this happy.
Sally put her head on the table and closed her eyes for a moment. She was already regretting what she had said. She wanted to leave. She didn't want to be around Wayne, if all that meant was that they were going to keep fighting. "I think we both need to change. I just don't know how." Except she did. There were only two ways this could turn out.
Her tone made Wayne's face darken. There was no need to be such a bitch about it. He was trying to explain how he felt. And right then, Wayne felt like she wasn't listening. Or maybe that she didn't care.
"I don't fucking care if you marry the prick. I'm sick and tired of always looking out for you. That's all I do. He's going to hurt you and it's just a matter of time and I'm not going to sit here and wait for you to come running back to me when your life goes to shit again. Because that's what you do."
Pushing away from the table, Wayne glared down at her. "You know what you need to do? Grow up." And with anger flashing in his eyes, Wayne stormed out of the Great Hall. He wasn't going to let her ignore his feelings any longer.
Sally couldn't do anything stare when Wayne started speaking. Honestly, she was having flashbacks of her dream and she was terrified of him.
When he left she couldn't do anything but sit there, shaking. She hadn't been trying to be a bitch, but she was frustrated. Sally sighed softly and got up, suddenly fully aware that everyone was looking at her. She left the Great Hall and immediately went for the stairs. Like hell was she going to the common room. Not where everyone could take Wayne's side again. Sally climbed onto the roof and just sat there for what felt like hours. There was no way her and Wayne were going to get past this, and the thought brought tears to her eyes.