want some cries with that?

[telly]

[/b] for Jackson Hurley.[/color]

Awh, Tellys’ tummbly was grumbly. In English that means that she is hungry hungry [hippo. XD]. The poor thing hadn’t eaten all day, for she had to catch up on some school work. Darn her getting sick. -sniffle- She thinks she got it from that one kid in her Herbology class, whom sneezed on her. It was disgusting. But not quite as disgusting as what she had brought with her to the kitchen. It was a bright yellow box, her favorite color. The box was about the size of a brick, both width wise, and length wise, and only a mere three inches tall. Its hard plastic outside reminded her of those pencil boxes muggles used to use as littlies. Doesn’t sound all that special, does it? Well that darn little thing was indeed, magic. Meaning that it could hold everything and anything you could think of. A bottomless box, if you will.

Opening the top of the box Telly inhaled quickly, almost forgetting what she had put in that box in the first place. Reaching in she grabbed a thin piece of paper, or so she thought was a piece of paper. Pulling her hand out, she saw what she really pulled out.

It was a picture of Jordan.


Who is Jordan you ask? Well, lets start from the beginning, shall we?

Long ago, back when Telly was a littlie, She had attended a muggle daycare, just to see what it was like to hang around them. Her very first day she met a peculiar little boy named Jordan. He was a brilliant little boy with big green eyes, and a full head of black hair. Him and Telly became friends instantly. As they grew, so did their friendship. Even though they did not go to the same schools, they were inseparable. A long 8 years later, Jordan finally asked Telly to be his girlfriend. They already acted like boyfriend and girlfriend, so why not make it official, right? Of course, Telly accepted, and they were happier than ever. Until Telly received a letter that she had been expecting all her life, exactly one year later. It was the letter form Hogwarts, stating her invitation to the magical school. She knew it was time to tell Jordan her secret. The secret that she had been hiding from him for practically their whole friendship. Which was nine years to be exact. The day she was leaving for Hogwarts, was the day she told him.

How did he take it? Lets just say that things between them ended abruptly. Just like that. He said that he couldn’t live with someone whom was part of the magic world. For his parents had raised him to not believe in such “nonsense“.

Her heart was broken that day, that long lonely day. Her first train ride didn’t even seem all that exciting. Not after what had just happened. He was her very first love. She had thought that they would have lasted for what seems like forever. They had made plans. They had dreams. And now, they’re all gone. Poof. All that work and dedication to each other, gone in a flash. The worst part was when he left her at the station, sobbing and asking the same phrase over and over again; “Why does it matter?”

Sitting all alone on an empty table in the kitchens, Telly could feel the silence creep up on her. A slight chill in the air, she got goose bumps along her arms and legs. I suppose that’s what she gets for wearing a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top in the middle of the night, eh? They were adorable though! Her shorts were about mid thigh length, the color yellow, with little red hearts all over them. The tank top was white with the SUPAMAN logo across the chest. He was her favorite, for personal, and not so personal, reasons. <3

The dreary mood still in the air, the now second year sighed, an itty bitty tear rolling down her pale cheek. Holding her head up towards the ceiling, she tried not to cry. She wasn’t one known to just break down and cry. Although she was whiney, that’s a different kind of sad. That’s her playful side. Crying is a whole different story. Wiping away the last of the tears, she brought her head back down level and sighed, placing the picture on the table in front of her, along side the box. Head peeking into the box of memories, she saw items that jerked her heart string pretty hard. The poor girl busted into tears, a sob-like cry. Damn that Jordan. He just had to ruin her life. Eh? Oh sure, Telly acted cool and bubbly. But that’s just who she is. Very rarely does she let her true emotions show through.

A creek from the door, then the pitter patter of footsteps came to her ears. Who could be coming down here at this hour?[/ul][/size][/font]

[heartsout]

I'm sorry I have to say it,
but you look like you're sad.
Your smile is gone,
I noticed it bad.
The cure is if you let in just a little more love,
I promise you this, a little's enough.

With a sideways look on his face, Jackson placed a hand on his stomach, feeling the grumbling through his clothes. It had been hours since dinner, and being the piggy he was, he was hungry again. Guh. Did he ever stop eating? Closing his Charms book and gathering all his papers, he stuffed them hastily into his Hellogoodbye messenger bag, slinging it over his should and running it up to the boy dorm. As he slipped his Vans on over his stripped socks, his tummy made another rumble. Wrinkling up his nose, he placed a hand and sort of patted it, like that would actually help make it be quiet.

The boy left the tower, heading for the kitchens. He wanted something before he had to start his rounds at curfew; and he would rather not do them at all. Doing rounds and staying up late doing homework deprived him from sleep, and it showed on his pale face. His eye lids were slightly drooping down over his bright blue eyes, and underneath were purple bruise like marks. The mark weren't just from his lack of sleep, he was sort of stressed.

The past few weeks at Hogwarts had been awesome and sucked at the same time. Holden seemed to be completely avoiding he and Avery, and they couldn't help but wonder if they did something wrong. He thought it was because Avery was always there, and Jessica, his girlfriend, wasn't. She disappeared once again, without a notice or even a goodbye. It must've been hard for him; not to mention everything that had happened to him in the last few months and sending Avery to the Hospital Wing from a messed up spell in class. :/

But at least, there was one amazing thing that happened. There was always something amazing in his life to make him happy; a fifth year Mihael named Avery Rosa Moretti. Their picnic had been fantastic, drinking tea and eating cookies, and watching the clouds. She had said she would marry him and give him three kids at the max, even though he hadn't even proposed yet. Though, after that day he had been planning it in his head almost any chance he got, and had a pretty good idea to what he wanted to do. He'd just have to wait a while and surprise her, and until he got a ring. That's where Telly and Mrs. Hurley came in. Heh.

Brushing his dark hair from his eyes, Jackson smiled slightly as he reached the kitchens. Yanking open the door, he slipped inside; suddenly being greeting by a small number of house elves, asking what he would like. Playing with one of his snake bites, he told them he wanted a turkey sandwich with mayo, lettuce, tomato and pickles. Still smiling, he took a few steps, his eyes darting around the dank room. They fell upon a small girl with bleach blonde hair, snake bites, and the same blue eyes he had. Telly? What was she doing down here?

And she had her magical yellow box.
The box she never let him touch.
Hmmph.

Raising a dark eyebrow, the Slytherin made his way to wards her, noticing her eyes were sort of watery. Was she crying? Why in the world would she be crying? Being the curious big brother he was, not to mention over-protective, he wanted to know. He didn't like it when she cried, it made him sad because she was sad then they were both sad. :/

He slid onto the bench across from her, folding his arms on the surface. Seeing her all wet and soggy made him frown, and he didn't take his eyes off her, even when the elf brought him his sandwich. Jackson glanced down at the photograph placed in front of her on the table, furrowing his brow. Jordan. He had never liked him, not even a little bit. Telly could have done so much better, and deserved better. Even though he never liked any boy who liked her or whatever.

"Why're you crying?" Okay, so he hadn't totally figured it out, he's not the sharpest crayon in the crayon box, or the brightest. He was more like the Granny Smith Apple crayon, whereas Telly was more like that bright sunshine yellow crayon.

[telly]

[/color] Slytherin noticed another Slytherin sitting across from her. This person's voice sounded like Jackson. His hair looked like Jackson. He even smelled like Jackson. So thus, it must be her brother Jackson whom is sitting in front of her. Wait. NO! That's a bad thing! Gasping, Telly grabbed the picture, stuffed it in the magical yellow box, and stashed it under her arm.

Eyes now wide awake, the girl breathed heavily. Jackson was never allowed to look in that little box. Never. Looking at him with scared eyes, her breathing stayed at the heavily intake. Jackson had never seen her cry. Only as a littlie. Which was a mucho long time ago. It hurt her when he saw her cry. It made her feel as if she wasn’t strong enough for him. Meaning that she was just a typical whiney little sister. Which she wasn’t. Most of the time.

"I'm not crying" Chantal stated in a rather blunt tone. Maybe even cold in a way. She felt totally vulnerable and exposed. Something that she hasn’t felt in a while.

Not since Him.
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[heartsout]

The boy raised a dark eyebrow as Chantal quickly grabbed the photo and replaced it back into her magical yellow box. He thought it was a bit odd that she would cry over a picture of Jordan, even if that's what she was crying over. Anyone with half a brain would be able to put two and two together. Duh. With a swift movement from his hand, he brushed hair from his blue eyes and placed his elbow on the table, resting his his in the palm of his hand, continuing to blink at her.

It had been a long time since he'd seen her cry, and when they were little he would normally laugh when she did. That's just the type of person Jackson is, 'kay? He laughs at other peoples pain and embarrassment. He's such a meanie head, no? He played with one of his snake bites, moving it around with his teeth and tapping his Van clad foot on the floor. He always had to be moving, and it tended to annoy people. Especially his teachers, he'd always bet apping his pen on the desk or bouncing in his chair.

He just couldn't sit still. Sound like someone you know?

That was a lie, and he knew it; it's pretty damn obvious she was crying, yeah. Rolling his eyes he let out a small sort of frustrated gasp, "Don't lie to me, you're going to burn in hell for it," he stated simply, still with his eyebrow raised. "It's about Johnathan, isn't it?" She knew he meant Jordan, because he'd always referred to him as Johnathan, only to annoy her of course, but it sort of stuck now, he was so used to saying it.

Jackson glanced down at his sandwitch the elf had brought and wrinked up his nose. Piggy-ish as he was, he wanted to find out why his baby sister was crying before he ate it. He wanted to try being a good big brother, instead of the mean one who locks her in closets and it a total git to her. Heh.