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Chapter 5 : Little Awkward.
 
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I can’t do it.

I mean, of course, I can. I can gather myself up, knock on the door, say thanks to Potter and just be done with it. But I can’t.

I can do it but I can’t, if you know what I mean. Well, do you?

Bah. Screw that, I’m an idiot.

Smoothing my leather jacket for whatever reason, I slowly took a deep breath and raised my fist to knock on the door.

Oh crud. My fist’s shaking.

In fact, my whole arm’s shaking.

What is the matter with me?

Putting my fist down, I took another breath and steadied my self. Right. Carla. You can do this. There’s no harm in trying. Just knock on that damn door, look for Albus Potter and say thanks to him. If he doesn’t accept it, forget it. What matters is the guilt is over. Now, get yourself together and do it!

Er, pep talk, yeah. I’m good at that.

I pulled on my jacket and raised my fist to knock again. That’s it, just a few more inches closer, Car. Four centimeters, three centimeters, and two…

“I can’t do it!” I said to myself loudly, beating myself with my hand.

“Can’t do what?”

Hell.

I turned around to look at the person I’m exactly looking for. Darn, darn, darn, darn.

“Hi,” I said timidly to Potter, who was standing there, hands in his pockets, looking amused. If I didn’t get to his wrong side, he would’ve look so cute right now. But well, I did get to his wrong side and I’m taking it back. “How long have you been there?”

He smirked, walking a few steps closer to me. “Um,” he said thoughtfully. “Long enough to see everything,”

He’s been there all along?!

“Er…” I muttered, ducking my head in embarrassment.

Er?! Say thanks, you idiot. Sometimes I wonder if the sorting had placed me in the right house before. But then again, we all have different kinds of wits, right?

“What brings you here?” he said, walking up a few steps closer. “I heard it’s been a week since you got out,”

Darn Rose.

“Um, I wanted to say thanks,” I blurted out.

He raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

Seriously, Potter? For what?! Can’t you just say you’re welcome and be done with it?

“F-for saving me? You know, you trying to be a hero and healed me temporarily?” I said irritably. Oh Merlin, I can’t just control myself, can I?

He shot me an angry look. “If you’re just going to spit that on me, go. I don’t need your thanks.”

I stared at him in disbelief. That?! That’s what I get for coming here?! What the hell?

“I’m not spitting it on you, you moron! I’m saying thank you! Now if you just get over your bloody pride and accept it, we’re done!”

“I’m not going to.” He said. I could sense a tone of amusement. “You can leave now if you want to,”

I tried to control myself on whipping out my wand. “Did anyone tell you you’re such a big fat pig-headed moron, contrary to popular belief?”

He smirked. “Oh really? What’s the popular belief?”

“Oh you know,” I said casually, “Albus Severus Potter, the sweet one, the gentle, the…nicest Potter. Well, that was pretty much the definition of the Prophet staff when it comes to you. I think its all exaggeration, of course. I mean, gosh, you? Sweet and blah? Unbelievable.”

Hope that irks him.

He shrugged. “Well, maybe I am. Just not to you,” he smirked, again.

I sighed resignedly. “Come on,” I urged. “You already lost me a job, that means you owe me, that was my life, you know? Just accept my thanks and I’ll…be gone of your life forever!” I looked at him expectantly.

“I wanna ask something,” he said in a bored tone, “Why. Do. You. Still. Bother? Hm?”

I fell silent. Yeah? Why do I still bother? It’s just him, anyway. Just Albus Severus Potter.

“It’s because I feel guilty, Potter.” I said, biting my lip. “Yeah, even I have a conscience. So it would mean a lot to me if you just say ‘its okay, get out of my life’ and we’re done.”

He still looked unconvinced.

“I’ll…” I took a glance around me, “I’ll let you drive my car,” I suggested, unthinkingly. But now that I have come to think of it, HELL NO. I DID NOT JUST THINK OF THAT. It isn’t even my car!

“What car?” he said, looking interested. Does he even know how to drive?! “That yellow roadster? It’s yours?!”

At least he knows what a roadster is.

“Yeah,” I lied. Okay, I can’t lie. “I mean no. It’s my dad’s but he hardly even use it and since I can’t apparate without splinching myself, I hell don’t know why, I use it all the time,”

Of course that’s not entirely true. Any self-respecting Ravenclaw could apparate. But I did splinch myself one time so I have to use dad’s car.

“So I can drive it, huh?” he said, a spark of interest shining in his eyes.

“I have to come with you,” I said at once, “I mean my dad will kill me if something happens to Steven,”

He snorted. “Steven? You named your car, Steven?”

What? It’s the perfect name.

I glared at him. “On second thought, I’m leaving,”

“Hey, no. I was joking.” He said, laughing. “Come on, I wanna drive a car,”

“You mean you’ve never driven a car before?” I asked, eyeing him carefully.

“I-um…“he said uneasily, his hand jumping to his hair and ruffling it a bit.

“And you wanted to drive my car,” I said, looking at him incredulously. “Are you mad?!”

“No, I tried driving dad’s car before,” he said indignantly

I looked at him skeptically. “And if you did something unpleasant to Steven?”

“Erm, I’ll say I’m sorry?” he said solemnly.

I almost gagged. “You’ll pay for it, tosser,” I said, plunging my hand to the pocket of my jacket and tossing him the keys. “Let’s see about this driving of yours,”

He grinned. Oh God, what have I been up to?

* * *


“So, this is Muggle London,” he said for like, the fifth time as he drove the car.

“Yeah,” I replied monotonously for like, the fifth time also.

There is always this awkward tension between us. It’s unnerving.

He nodded interestingly, looking around him.

“Oi, eyes on the road, mister,” I said “You’re gonna get us killed.”

He hastily faced the road, again. “There’s always magic,” he said in defense.

I rolled my eyes and switched on the radio.

“You haven’t really been here?” I asked just to start a topic. It’s getting a tad boring.

“Maybe once, I think,” he said thoughtfully. “You? How come you sound like you live here?”

I grinned. “I dunno. I go here every time I feel bored. It’s really fascinating,”

We were followed by awkward silence, again. I began tapping my fingers on the dashboard, getting carried away by the song.

“…something about the sunshine, baby, I’m seeing you in a whole new light, out of this world for the first time baby, oh, it’s so—“ I sang pretty loudly until I was interrupted.

Al turned the radio off.

“What the-hey! That was a good song,”

“Yeah but do you still have to sing along?” he said irritably. “I can’t drive properly,”

I glared at him. “You aren’t driving properly since we left,” I said, equally irritable. I clicked the radio on.

He clicked it off.

Rolling my eyes, I clicked it on, again.

Guess what he did? Right! He clicked it off.

Exasperatedly, I clicked it on, my hand not leaving the button.

He swatted my hand and clicked it off.

“This is my car,” I said angrily, facing him.

“So? I’m the driver,” he stated, smirking.

I am wiping that smirk off your face, jerk.

“…”

Yeah but somehow, I seem to lose my wit and can’t think of a cool comeback. Why, brain, why?

This only made him smirk more.

“Get off,” I muttered.

“What?” he stopped the car.

“Get off!” I said, whipping out my wand. “I’m driving.”

His brows furrowed. “No,”

“I’m going to hex you,” I threatened.

He whipped out his wand, “I’m going to block it,” he smirked.

“Fine! I’m going the hell away from you, for goodness sake!” I opened the door and went down. “Hope you’ll find your way back, Potter.”

Thaaat’s right, Potter. I hope you get lost. As for Steven, I’m just going to tell dad that he’s car napped. Yeah. By him, too. That’s two for one.

I fumingly walked away from him and Steven.

“Oh great, we’ll have a muggle tour,” he said, getting down and jogging toward me. “So where are we?”

I looked at him, aghast. “I’m not giving you a ‘welcome to Muggle town’ tour,”

He grinned. “Oh well, you have to. Cause you see, I’m not really satisfied with the road trip,” he said casually. “And you owe me,”

I flushed.

Do I still dislike him? I think I’m back to hate.

 

* * *

 

“Why do you hate me?” Potter asked, shoving his hands to his pockets.

Because you’re a big jerk who lost me my job.

“Huh?” I said instead.

“Why do you hate me?” he repeated.

We were walking around Carnaby Street, seeing the great shops and stuffs.

“I…I don’t h-hate you,” I said uneasily.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

“I find that hard to believe,” he said skeptically

“Yeah, okay, I hate you. So?” I replied

“So I wanna know why,”

Gosh, I hate it when someone tries to get smart with me.

“I don’t want to tell you,” I snapped.

“Well, that’s unfair.” he said nonchalantly.

Gah! You know what irks me the most? The fact that he’s all cool and casual about everything! It’s freaking annoying.

“Yeah, well, life’s unfair. Get over it.”

He shrugged and fell silent. Suddenly, I had the guilt to tell him. I mean, if he wanted to know, why not? Am I scared of hurting his feelings or something? Wait, why do I sound like I even care about him? Gees, I’m such a mushy. I should’ve been placed in Hufflepuff.

“You’re such an attention-seeker.” I blurted out. He looked at me, raising an eyebrow. “And a show-off.”

What? It’s how I see him, contrary to popular belief.

“We went to Hogwarts together-I mean, same year, same path of career.” I droned on. Hope he’ll just fell asleep and bump his head and have amnesia. Okay, that was harsh. I take it back. He did save my life, after all. “We always have the same Charms schedule. And you’re always showing off in Charms. And that was my favorite subject. It annoys me on how Flitwick always says ‘Just like you’re grandmother, Potter, brilliant. Blah, blah, blah.’ It’s crap. I mean, for my part.”

I expected an indignant response but there were none, so I continued.

“Then Auror training,” I said, frowning. The worst part of my life. He shot me a surprised look. “Yeah, I surprisingly took that path. But I failed. And you were like so high cause you’re dad’s an Auror. I was annoyed. I hated you for it. Did you know what I failed on? Disguise. That simple course. I was good. Maybe even better. I wanted to be an Auror. But I was quickly slipped off the list cause they picked you. I bet you didn’t know that.”

“Holmes.” He murmured.

“What?”

“No, I mean. I remember. You’re Holmes.”

I actually feel like I’m about to cry. I hastily pretended to yawn it out. The least thing I wanted to happen is to breakdown in front of the guy who I secretly disliked since we’re in school. Instead, I snorted.

“I’m…sorry.” He finally said. I’ve been expecting it. I mean, I guess that I guessed it was typical of him to say that. Well, that’s funny. Did he just seem predictable? “I didn’t mean to be an arse. I mean, I didn’t know. It was just like, James is always better in Quidditch. And in Transfiguration. Lily’s good in Defense. And I was like, I just found myself in Charms. Yeah, what the hell, I just said my thoughts to you.”

I grinned as we turned to the corner of the street where loud music was playing.

“You have to do me one thing that makes us even,” I said, sighing. Even though I tend to be dramatic most of the time, I really can’t stand it. “I mean, I hated you and you lost me my job. Now, you drove my car and get a free tour on muggle London all because you healed me. If there’s someone unfair here, it’s you.”

He opened his mouth to retort but then closed it, probably realizing my point. Man, I’m happy when I’m right.

“Fine.”

I smiled cheekily. “I’m hungry.” I said, eyeing a kid with an ice cream.

He snorted. “I haven’t got muggle money with me, Holmes.”

“Oh, that’s not a problem, Potter.” I said grinning at him and going over to the Ice Cream Parlor across the street.

“Yes?” the lady said kindly.

“Um,” I bit my lip thoughtfully. “Chocolate Brownie Fudge and…?” I looked over to Potter, who looked amused.

“Caramel? Do you have Caramel or something?”

“Yes, sir.” The lady nodded.

“Caramel it is!” I said cheerfully.

What? Ice Cream makes my day.

Paying the lady, we took our ice creams and walk up the street.

“Why Caramel?” I asked.

“Why not?”

“I mean, I didn’t get you actually pinned down on the guy who likes caramel,” I shrugged.

“It’s just an ice cream flavor.” He said. “And I really like Caramel.”

I can’t help but smile.

“What’s your favorite Wizard Band?” he asked suddenly.

Are we really having this conversation?

“We Are the Werewolves and the Weird Sisters,” I stated.

“No way,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “You? You like the Wolves?”

I turned to look at him. “Yeah, especially their hit-“

You got me Petrified.” We chorused.

I laughed. “And My Girl’s a Banshee,”

“That’s cool. But Crucioed was really good.” he said seriously that I want to burst out and laugh.

“Finally,” I said “Something we agreed on,”

He slurped down his ice cream. “I agree,” he said between mouthfuls. He offered his empty waffle cone to me and I gave it a mock disgusted look.

You know somehow, I can’t seem to totally hate him.

Maybe just a little or so.

I don’t know.




Author's Notes: Hey guys! Well, Aren't I such a lazy updater? My Apologies. Anyway, First things first! The Song Carla was singing with Al is Something About the Sunshine by Anna Margaret. It's hers, not mine. As for the band We Are The Werewolves... I dunno if a band like that exixts but I think I read it somewhere so...it's theirs, not mine. And for the so-called songs, I just invented those. Haha. But if songs like those do exist then...I'm sorry. It's yours, not mine. Haha! (Oh and Harry Potter isn't mine! It's J.K.'s! Belated Happy Birthday too, J.K!! and btw, did you guys check out Pottermore??? awesome right?) Now, I don't really understand Carla's thoughts and feelings for Al. cause it's like, a minute she hates him then another, she likes him. I think she's torn so....wait for the next chapter!!! such a ramble I made here! I'm sorry!!


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