What A Girl Wants ((Closed)) [PG-13]

[Angel Sheridan R6]

May Contain PG-13 material. Do not read unless You are over 13.





Go. Stay. Go. Stay. The battle raged on in Angel’s mind without seeing any sign of a solution. Angel clutched Hanson’s letter in her hand, reading it over and over again. It was almost noon and Hanson was probably just arriving at Hogsmeade at that very moment and walking into the Three Broomsticks. Angel knew Hanson, and she knew that when he wanted something, he would stop at nothing until he got what he wanted. The battle raged on in Angel’s mind as she laid herself down on her bed in the Ravenclaw girl’s dormitory. She read the letter through again. It did say he would understand if she didn’t turn up. But, Angel could obviously see that he didn’t mean what he said, and would be very disappointed (or even worse; he could be furious) if Angel didn’t show. But then again, she didn’t want to put herself in danger by going to Hogsmeade. She knew Hanson all too well, and this could very well be a plot to try to beat her up while she was alone. Angel knew there was only one way to settle this dilemma. She removed a gold galleon from her robe pocket and flipped it. “Heads I go, tales I stay”. Angel almost laughed at herself. This was such a juvenile way to make such an important descision, but Angel knew no other way. Sometimes, Angel thought it best to depend on forces outside her own mind to make choices like this. Thinking it over in her head a million times only confused her and gave her a massive headache. Angel watched patiently as the golden coin dropped down onto the blanket with a soft thud. Angel almost gasped. Heads. Angel tried again and waited patiently. Heads again. Angel tried once more, just to be sure. It was heads once more. Angel knew what she had to do, but it was a long shot.

Angel let her feet carry her just outside the Gryffindor common room, which was Andrew’s favorite hang out place. He was there alone (thankfully) and he was obviously still mad at Angel for the stunt she pulled a few days ago. In sheer anger to Andrew, Angel had purposely scared off one of Andrew’s potential girlfriends. Something about the look on his face led Angel to believe Andrew had actually liked this girl. Angel suddenly felt sorry she had done such a thing to him. Angel took a deep breath and plunged right in.

“Andrew..I…I..need a favor.” Andrew merely laughed.
“And why would I help you?” He said with his eyebrow raised as he leaned against the wall casually.
“Because even though I know you don’t like me much, I know somewhere deep down you care about my safety….and because I can help you get back with that girl.” Andrew’s expression softened.
“What do you mean?” He said, eyeing the parchment Angel clutched in her hand. Angel sighed as she showed it to him. He read it over quickly and smiled.
“So someone actually likes you, Angel. What, do you think he’s going to rape you or something?” Angel raised her eyebrow.
“Actually, I do. You have no idea what this guy is capable of. I really want to go meet him, but I’m scared. Andrew, the guy has been to prison before!” Andrew’s eyes widened, as if he couldn’t believe a boy who had ever gone to prison could ever like a girl like Angel.
“What was he convicted of?”
“Attempted murder.” Andrew grabbed Angel by the arms.
“Lets go. If that guy even touches you, he’s got me to deal with.” Angel laughed. Finally, Angel had a brother she could count on. She eyed Andrew’s muscular arms with pride. For once, Angel had Andrew Murphy on her side. She had never seen this side of him before. He was acting just like the overprotective older brother he was. Maybe Andrew was finally growing up. Angel and Andrew reached the oak front doors and Angel stopped him.

“Just one favor. Can you not sit right near us? Maybe you could find a seat right behind us or something. I want to be able to talk to Hanson freely without being interrupted every five seconds.” Andrew raised his eyebrow and Angel gave him a pleading look. Andrew nodded his head as they walked into the carriage to Hogsmeade. Angel wasn’t sure if this was what she wanted. Angel was never sure of what she wanted anymore.

((it may not be PG-13 yet, but I'm pretty sure the topic will stray into the PG-13 area in the near future.))

[Angel Sheridan R6]

Angel walked graciously into the carriage, suddenly remembering she looked like a complete mess. Angel pulled out her wand and started to fix herself up. As her wand curled her hair, Angel spoke to Andrew, who rolled his eyes at the sight of Angel fixing herself up. “Thanks a lot for doing this for me. I know you don’t like me much, so this means a lot to me.” Andrew merely shrugged. “Don’t get used to it. I’m only doing this because my mum will kill me if she finds out I let you go off to go get killed by some convict. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here.” The wand finished her hair and moved on to Angel’s light shimmery makeup. Angel smiled at her stepbrother. “Gee, you’re so nice. And here I was thinking you were actually here because you liked me in some remote way. But I guess you wouldn’t care if Hanson did try to rape me, would you?” Andrew laughed as the wand moved on to paint her nails a bright shade of blue. “Not in the slightest.” Andrew joked as the carriage started to move. This was it. There was no turning back now. Angel took a deep breath as the carriage started to move toward Hogsmeade. “So, what’s up with this guy anyway? How did good little Angel come to know a convict?” Angel almost smiled.

“First off, he’s an ex-convict. Second off, I’ve known him for a while. He grew up with me and Carson. He’s been trying to get me on a date with him for years. He succeeded the first time he asked, but he completely blew it and I never said yes again.” Andrew merely stared at her in disbelief.

“So wait, you didn’t pay him or blackmail him into pretending to like you? There must be something seriously wrong with that kid.” Angel punched him playfully (knowing all he felt was a little brush against his shoulder) and the carriage skidded to a halt. Angel took a deep calming breath. She was finally going to see Hanson again. Angel fixed her hair and glanced in her pocket mirror, making sure she looked perfect, but not too perfect. She opened the door of the carriage and walked calmly along the streets of Hogsmeade, walking in the direction of the Three Broomsticks. Angel could feel her heart pounding out of her chest as she pushed the door open, followed by Andrew who was close behind her with his fists clenched. Angel looked around. There was a rather bulky looking man in the corner of the pub. At the sight of Angel, he stood up, bringing him into a more clearer view. He had lost a lot of weight while he was in prison, and now he was tall and lean with large muscles. His wispy blond hair hadn’t changed much, but his blue eyes seemed to sparkle with just a bit less mischief than before. Angel smiled a bit and Hanson walked over to her.

“I’m so glad you came!” Hanson said, giving her a hug. Meanwhile, Andrew sat down just behind them, looking a bit scared. Hanson looked much bigger and a whole lot stronger than he was. Andrew didn’t stand a chance if Hanson got mad. They stayed in the awkward hug for a couple of seconds and then they finally let go and Angel took a seat across from his.

“So how have you been?” Angel said, trying to create small talk. “Oh, I’ve been getting by, you know. I’m a whole lot better now that you’re here.” Angel tried not to roll her eyes at the comment. She couldn’t beat around the bush anymore. “Hanson, we need to talk.” She said, as a waitress walked over to the table. Angel ordered a simple water and turned back to Hanson. “We would never work out together. Even if we didn’t have such a horrible past, you’re still too old for me.” Angel said. Hanson sighed. “I knew you were going to say that.” He said sadly. “Which is why I’m here to tell you it’s okay. I can take it slow if you want. I can act like I’m sixteen again. Two years isn’t all that much of a difference when you think about it. Age is only a number.” Hanson said, taking a sip from a mysterious red drink. Angel didn’t even want to bother asking what he was drinking. “I don’t know Hanson. I’ve got a bad feeling about this. Somehow, being with you just doesn’t seem right to me. I don’t like the idea.” Angel said, shaking her head. Hanson took another sip of his strange drink. “Angel, I’m a changed man, don’t you get it? I’m not the guy I used to be anymore. I’ve changed for the better.” Angel sighed. She didn’t know how she could nicely convince Hanson to accept the fact she didn’t want to date Hanson. She sighed as she took a sip of the water the waitress had just handed her. This was going to be a long day.

[Angel Sheridan R6]

Angel glanced nervously at Andrew, who was sitting just behind Hanson, looking quite uneasy. He hadn’t expected to be confronted with such a large scary figure. Hanson had changed a lot in appearance, but she wasn’t sure if he had changed in personality. How could she just forgive and forget so quickly? It wasn’t like it was a small thing either. Hanson had brutally injured and almost killed Angel’s friend Carson. How could she forget something like that? Angel wondered what Carson would think about Hanson’s return. She knew he wouldn’t like it. He wouldn’t trust Hanson one bit. In fact, it had been he who had saved Angel the night Hanson tried to put the moves on her. Angel thought back to the night of the wild party. It had been a real fiasco. Angel had accepted Hanson’s invitation, but she had asked Carson to come with her just in case. It proved to be a very smart move. He heard Angel screaming and came in. He punched Hanson in the face, and they ran out together. Angel had spent the night at his house, since his was closer and much safer than hers. Angel didn’t even feel safe in her own home that night. Her father was out with his lawyer discussing her mother’s will, and her brothers were out with a babysitter. Being home alone on that very night had scared Angel to no end. Hanson did tend to do that to people. Hanson tended to make people fear their own life when they made him mad. Angel remembered waking up the next morning to find Carson packing her things into a bag, along with some of his own. They were home alone as well, as Carson’s sister Julia had already moved out and his aunt and uncle were at work. Angel remembered hearing a pounding on the door. The window was wide open and the door was bolted shut, but it didn’t stand a chance against Hanson’s fists. Angel tried to push the memory out of her mind, but it just kept charging back in.

Angel wanted to scream. She rubbed her temples trying to forget, but it wasn’t working. Her mind, body, and soul seemed to just fly back in time to the morning after the incident with Hanson. Carson was pushing against the door, trying to keep it from opening. Hanson had already broken the lock and he was trying to push his way in. “Angel!” Carson yelled. “Take-this-and-run! Run-to-the-police! Just-run-away!” Carson shoved the bag into Angel’s open arms. “Carson, but what about you? Are you going to be okay?” Angel questioned. “Doesn’t-matter.” He said, trying with all his might to keep Hanson out. Hanson’s foot was already in the room and his face could be seen. “So Angel, you’ll sleep with that wimp but you won’t sleep with me? You must be crazy!” He said with a wild mad look in his eyes. He was almost in. Angel tried to figure out a way to get Carson out of there safely as well, but there was just no way. “GO!” Carson yelled. Angel fled from the room and ran. She didn’t stop running until she found the police station, knowing Hanson’s large friends were hot on her tail. Once they saw her approach the station, they ran away and weren’t seen for another few months. They didn’t return for another three months, and when they did, they weren’t there for a friendly reunion. They came after Carson and finally got what they deserved. Hanson’s friends had good lawyers, so they were able to avoid jail time. Hanson however, was not so lucky. Angel shook the thoughts of the past out of her mind and looked over at the new Hanson. The new Hanson that was trying hard to be good. Angel wanted to convince him that they had no chance of getting back together again, but she wanted to do so without setting him off. Angel had always known Hanson to be like a bomb. She didn’t know what word or what action would make him blow up, but something about Angel always did.

“Listen Hanson, I just don’t think it would work out between us as of yet. We don’t have enough in common, not to mention our terrible past. You really scared me that day you know. I thought I wasn’t going to make it out of there. I don’t want to be scared like that again. It’s just not what I want right now. I think it would be better if we were only friends.” Angel almost rolled her eyes. Angel was walking across a minefield here, and Andrew was over there flirting with some girl. Some brother he was.

“That sounds reasonable. Although, you have nothing to be scared of anymore. The old me was a really scary guy. I can’t help my past though, Angel. All I can do now is learn from my mistakes, and use those lessons to make myself a better person.” Angel smiled. This was so un-Hanson like. She had no idea someone like Hanson Fitson could ever change. But apparently, she was wrong.