There isn’t. There are other people I find attractive, but Lucas is the only one I want to sleep with.
“Why?” He asked, shoving his hands into his pockets. He didn’t get it. A weekend alone with the other would’ve sounded fantastic before. Now he was just confused. What was appealing about spending time with someone you just barely put up with? “Why on earth would you want to spend a weekend with someone whom you’re bored of?” The taller of the two repeated.
“See, if you’re trying to put off the end a bit longer, don’t. Because I’m ending it right here and right now. I do not want to be the one who’s blamed for these ‘problems’ you whined to Parkinson about. It’s over.” He said, feeling his chest tighten. Now was definitely not the time for that.
“Why?” He repeated, a bit confused. He looked up to the other, a frown tugging on his lips. “What are you talking about, Lucas? I’m not bored of you. Why would I be bored of you?” He asked, taking a slight step back. “…Is it because I yelled at you the other day?…I’m sorry about that…I was upset. But I’m better now! That’s why I want to spend the weekend with you?”
His stomach dropped, eyes widening as he looked up to the other. “What!? What! Pansy!? What the fuck did she tell you!? I told you all she did was lie, Lucas! I never ever complained about you or said we had problems! Go get Veritaserum or something! I’ll take it and prove it to you!”
Lies about what?
Thank you Draco.
Yeah, not really my thing, it was a phase.
Yeah. I’ve never really gotten the point of drugs….but that’s just me.
That was just it I guess…he thought I wasn’t being myself. I wasn’t really, just wanted the attention.
I’m getting better!
Ah, I see. Well, I think you look very nice with any hair color.
That’s good. It’s a muggle drug, right? I never really learned much about the stuff.
That’s not fair…
I really don’t want to fuck anyone….
I don’t like when he’s mad at me.
Yeah, sorry if you think less of me.
…Mad at you? For dying your hair and trying to be yourself? That is fucking stupid, no offence.
No, I don’t. -shrugs-
Not even if my life depended on it.
But he’s my boyfriend. And compromise is important to him, and I love him very much.
Still, if I dyed my hair and my boyfriend didn’t like it then he is shit out of luck.
Ah. I see.