The Other Guy.
Brought to you by: prissKilla.
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Every girl has that fairy tale: we dream that one day, out of the blue, prince charming will just stroll into our lives. He'll look at you, you'll coyly glance back at him and there would just be that undeniable connection…that burning, butterflies in your stomach, breath caught in your throat feeling that envelopes you in dizziness; the kind that makes your mind go numb and kicks your heart rate up to somewhere in the ballpark of 500 beats per minute. You know. That moment.
It doesn't matter if you pictured him catching you mid fall, or saving your dog/cat/ferret/hedgehog from sure death, or if you dreamed of him worshipping you from afar while you checked for food in your teeth with your spoon. We, as girls, all have some variation of that dream.
He would be the perfect guy; a complete gentleman, a total hit with the parents. Smart, funny, sweet, and he would know exactly what to say and just what to do to make you smile. He would never disappoint you, surprised you with gifts that increased in cuteness and expensiveness. He hugged you from behind, twirled you into his arms and made it know to the world that you were his. On weekends, he volunteered at soup and shadowed professors doing research in new spells and enchantments against the dark arts; he was such an intellectual. He never caused trouble, was adored by the staff, and seemed to have a knack for everything from art, to literature, to potions and especially defense against the dark arts.
You know. That guy.
Unfortunately (for me, not you), this story is not about that guy.
Oh no.
This is about that other guy.
The one who goes around like he owns the entire school, giant squid and all. The annoying git who doesn't even have to study that hard for his classes, but still manages to pull perfect marks and rank either first or second in every class. He's the arse that dangled the Christmas tree upside down and made all the female Gryffindor seventh years' underwear disappear on the first day of spring (which would have meant shorter skirts without those horrible itchy tights underneath).
The one who goes out with his friends way too often, has won awards for drinking more than twice his weight in Firewhiskey, and who has been known to dabble in Herbology…and not because he was interested in bubotuber pods or any kind of magical plant for that matter.
This is a story about the guy that you thought you would never want. The guy you thought you could never have.
Until somewhere along the way, you ended up wanting him more than anything in the world. Even more than you thought you wanted Mr. Prince Charming..
And all because that guy, the untouchable bad boy, fell for you first and actually managed to somehow win you over.
I'm Lily Evans. And for some reason, I can not get James Potter out of my mind.
It could be because he's a complete jackass and infuriates me more than the sound of Styrofoam squeaking.
It could be because he's so smart and so quick with facts yet such a slacker at the same time that I feel incompetent when I have to study for hours, days, weeks at a time just to get the same grades he gets.
It could be because he has no regard for authority and will do what he wants when he wants whether that's hurtling himself through the air propelled by a stick of wood when it's raining out, or camp out by the lake at night.
It could be because when he looks at me, I feel special.
It could be because I'm obviously in love with him.
It could be because sometimes I feel like the only reason why I'm even doing this is because he's everything I can't have or be, and it hypnotizes me into this false calm and kicks logic right out the door. Damn the rebel inside of me.
Hm. If only I knew which one of those reasons was the real reason why.
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To be completely honest, I have no idea if I'm going to finish this or not. But I do know that I have almost the entire story planned out…and that a little encouragement might be all it takes for to take over my life once more LoL.
Hope you liked it ;D