My heartbeat quickens as Edward heaves himself off the bed and makes his way towards me.
"We need to talk" he says again, "I-"
But his voice is cut off by a loud crash at the door.
"Julia!" Dumbledore bursts into my room. "I nee- Edward?"
"Dumbledore?"
They stare at each other, their faces mirroring each other's shock and confusion.
And the there's another crash, and Harry Styles barges into my room.
"Harry Styles?" I gasp.
"Harry Styles?" Edward repeats dumbly. He looks at me, baffled. "Julia-"
"Harry Styles!" Dumbledore squeals. We all turn towards him, but he ignores us, his eyes, as big as golf balls, focusing entirely on Harry.
What is going on?!
"Julia" he says angrily. "Why haven't you called me? I've been waiting all-"
"Why would she call you?" Edward snarls at him.
"I would call you" Dumbledore says breathlessly.
"Why wouldn't she call me, you mean" Harry Styles retorts back. "I've been-"
At that moment, a large, green skinned figure bulldozes into my room.
"Shrek?" I gasp.
"Shrek?!" Dumbledore gawks.
"SHREK!" roars Edward.
Shrek surveys the room, noting all the people in my room, and then his eyes land on me, his forehead creasing slightly as if to say, what's going on?
I shrug helplessly. You tell me...
There is absolute silence in the room as everyone just stares wordlessly at each other.
And then all hell breaks loose...
"Julia, I waited a week for you to call me, or even text me. Why didn't you-"
"Julia, why are these people in your room? I was here first, tell them to get out!"
"Julia, I'm sorry for-"
"Harry Styles! Harry Styles! Can I have your signature?"
"ENOUGH" I shout, and everyone falls silent. I glare at them all. "What is wrong with all of you? Can't you just talk like normal people?"
At least they all have the decency to look ashamed. Well, almost all. Shrek just stares back at me, smirking.
I glare back at him and then sigh. "Edward... you were here first, so I'll talk to you firs-"
"What's this?" Shrek interrupts.
Scowling, I stomp over to where he's standing.
The thing he's looking at is a painting of my favourite cousin, Katie. I finished it yesterday, after three months of painting, and I'm very proud of it. It looks almost exactly like her. Which means it looks beautiful.
"That's a painting I did of my cousin" I tell him. I prepare myself for a insult.
Instead he raises an eyebrow, still looking at the painting, and says, "It's really good"
I stare at him, bewildered. Was Shrek actually being nice to me?
"What is it for?" he asks suddenly.
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Better Than Onions
RomanceWhen Julia moves to a new school, she expects to be invisible, just like how she was at her previous school. She's never been the type of girl to be the centre of attention and she intends to keep it that way. But all that changes when she meets ba...
