January, 2009, 1:04pm, Thursday.
I can think of numerous reasons why Edward would still hate me. I'm loud and some times annoying, but the way he acted just..
I wanted to call him my friend, but I can't say that. He isn't my friend. He isn't really nice, but I just really want a proper friend and I know if he opened his mouth more he could be.
But he hardly ever talks to anyone, but too me sometimes in our room, it's never friendly really.
Were still sharing a room,
And as far as he is concerned, Jake has never talked to me since.
"When we were at school, listening to grown ups didn't learn a thing, but then again you know what you know how to sing.."
Oh my god. Ed Sheeran, can sing? I peered my head through a very small crack in the door and saw a guitar on his lap and he was singing some song I've never really heard of.
I was listening to him for a while. "I never told her that i liked, the way she dances slightly out of time."
*flash back*
"Holly.. You can't dance!" Ed sheeran told me. I shook my head.
"I can!" I laughed, doing some weird boogie following the steps he was doing, but not quite keeping up.
"Your ten miles out of time!"
I kept listening for a little while.
"And pretends she knows the words, to a song she's never heard.."
His voice was so elegant and moving. It hadn't got any editing or anything and it was still a lot better than some of the stuff I like.
*Flash back*
"Oh my god I love this song turn it up!" I shout to the front of the mini bus. Ed sat across from me laughing.
"Bet you don't even know the lyrics.." Edward spat out.
He was actually right. I tried to sing along but my tongue kept mumbling the words and it wasn't right. He was laughing, a lot.
Kat came and slapped her hands on my shoulders, "who you spying on?" She loudly blurted out.
I saw ed standing up and came over opening the door. I looked very small he looked very tall and angry. Kat was just laughing and he ignored her, pulling me by the collar into the room and shutting he door.
When he wasn't happy with me, it was the times I remembered why we weren't friends. And that was a two way thing.
"What did you actually here?" He asked, angrily pressing me against the door. He had one of his arms against my chest and the other one pinning my t-shirt to the door. I was wearing a Arctic monkey shirt and ripped jeans. My favourite jeans.
"Nothing.. Just you singing some song! It was a good song, what's it called." I said innocent. His anger was let out as he dropped me, hitting me back onto the door making a bang. He walked over to his bed and put he guitar and a few appears under it.
"Oh my god, did you write it?" I asked. Ed Sheeran wasn't pleasant. He has been smoking since he was 13. He swears at everyone, even the six year old that lives here sometimes. He listens to heavy metal music, which I can't stand, but still have the honour of putting up with it. And a whole Long list.
But when he is angry.. That list multiples his unpleasantness by about 12.34. Exactly.
"Chill out!" I exclaim as his anger is let out through body gestures. I go and sit next to him, but his restrictions of physical contact, it's hard to perform comfort. Not that I understand why I'm comforting him.
