In the newspaper, there's a headlining article about Ryan.
Because when lost boys turn up dead, it's usually a big story for the press.
But I...
I just don't know.
And I don't mean this in a "well, he's a jerkfaced liar" way, but...
I don't know if that's really him.
Because if so, the Volturri would be here, right?
And they would've disposed of the body and all who'd seen it.
And it most likely would've been them that killed him in the first place.
But still, there's a body.
I'm probably over-analyzing this.
And really, Ann, I'm so sorry. You know that.
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Cutting that subject. See the line? That would be the cut, kaythankyouverymuch.
Zach came over again tonight, and he's actually up in my room, asleep again (Humans sleep so much! Even the half-human ones!), but I'm not up there.
Because we kind of had this really long, hugely awkward talk tonight, starting with the words "Okay, I know this isn't a great time for this..."
Which, you know, should've told me instantly what I was getting myself into.
"...But I really think we need to talk."
Suuuuure.
The only thing is, that talk was way more important than I thought. The summary of the whole thing:
Zach doesn't think we're friends anymore.
Oh, no. He think's we're more than that.
But I don't know what to tell him, because I haven't really thought of it in that way. It's so weird, having a best friend who comes all out and tells you he's in love with you.
Of course, it doesn't help if when the devoter expresses this, the devotee laughs until she can't breathe.
So he's kind of embarassed about it, add it's my fault, but that would be why I don't really date.
Let me just LIST the reasons, shall I?
I. I'm dead.
II. You'd think that people would notice I'm dead when they try to hold my hand and it's rock solid and cold.
III. Living rocks DO NOT make good people to cuddle up to.
IV. A long story involving a guy who I was engaged to 79 years ago.
V. My family tends to put anything with any kind of heartstring connection to them in major danger.
That would be only five. Trust me, there's SO much more.
-Clara
Ps - YEAH, I know, okay? Not a long post. But still, ya know?
Monday, September 24, 2007
Taking the Good With the Bad... And the Potentially Awkward.
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death,
embarassing,
liar,
lovey-dovey,
philosophical,
ryan,
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Holy Cow Clara,
Wow.
Yeah. Sheesh. Whatever you do, I'm there for you, you know that. *hugs*
Thanks Clara, I can't tell if I'm doing better or not, Ed, Alice, Jasper and You would be the better judges of that.
I'd like to think that he's not dead. I really would but...that picture did look a lot like him......I don't know. I really hope he isn't but it seems inevidedable.
I think I'm gonna have to go down to the police station and...ya know. Do what Charlie needs.It's the only way to truly know, as much as I hate the idea.
Man Ryan's put you all and I through hell.
Sorry,
Much love,
Annora ♥
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