Description: Lily has a few secrets. Doesn't everyone? Now, she's on a plane that is destined to kill her and ends up spilling her secrets out to a stranger. She hopes this man stays a stranger with all that he knows. What happens when he shows up all of a sudden? Will he mess up her life as she knows it?
Disclaimer: I own only the things you don't recognize. This story is based on a book called Can You Keep a Secret by Sophie Kinsella.
---Chapter One
Everybody has secrets. I don't care who you are, you just do. Whether it is you stole someone's pencil, hate your mother's clothing choices, or you murdered your boss, you have a secret. I know I do. Take these for example:
1. I lost my virginity to Steve Daniels when I was 14 in the spare bedroom of my house while my parents were watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
2. Tommy the goldfish that is currently in our kitchen is not the same Tommy that was there before my parents left for Belize.
3. I hate my mother's bunt cake. It tastes like a butt and not a bunt.
4. When my roommate, Anita, gets on my nerves (which is almost everyday), I feed her flowers some wonderful tasting pumpkin juice.
5. I was the one who broke my teacher's favorite tea cup when I was asked to get the tea leaves from the cabinet it was in.
6. I really weigh 125 but my boyfriend believes that I am 119.
7. I think my boyfriend, Logan, looks like Ken. A sin Barbie and Ken.
8. He bought me a G-string. It's a size two when really I am a size four. I feel obligated to wear it. In fact I am wearing it right now. It hurts so much. If you ignore the two red indents on my hips, it looks like it feels perfectly.
9. I don't know if I even have a G spot. Logan insists that we find this spot every time we do "it".
10. Whenever I hear "Bridge over Troubled Waters" by Simon and Garfunkel, I start to cry. It's such a beautiful song. Art Garfunkel has a voice like an angel.
So you see everyone has secrets. Secrets they don't want anyone to know. Secrets that would embarrass them or ruin their image. No one will ever know mine. No one.
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"So Lily, how is school going? Any boys I need to know about?" My aunt asked me.
No. Leave me alone you old bag. "School is fine Auntie Jane. I'm doing really well. In fact, I'm in the running for Head Girl this year. On the boy front, it's still Logan." My aunt smiled broadly at me.
"He's suck a good boy. I remember him. So polite he was and so good looking. He had a nice bottom." She started to giggle like a happy school girl. I grimaced. I hated coming here.
Auntie Jane was my grandmother's younger sister. My grandmother died when I was eight. Auntie Jane is the closest thing to a grandma I had. This is why my mum sent me and my lovely sister, Petunia here. She thought that we needed to bond with a 'grandmother figure'. Jesus...
So anyway, I've been here for two weeks and the conversation hasn't varied much from what you've just witnessed. She forgets things so easily and is constantly repeating herself. It gets repetitive.
"Where's Petty, dear? I haven't seen her since yesterday." I sighed.
"She left yesterday, Auntie. She and Vernon left to start plans on their wedding. That's why she isn't here." Damn Petunia. She got to leave our crazed aunt to plan for "the wedding of the century". It'll be the miracle of the century if that fat bugger could fit in the church.
I hate Petunia. My family loves her. She can do anything and they will admire her. It's disgusting. She is better off than I am. She is more athletic than I am. They think she's smarter than me. I can guarantee that she isn't. They just don't understand the subjects that I take.
My parents constantly make her give me advice. They think they are being helpful. They aren't. They're just adding insult to injury. I am their daughter too and they can't even treat us the same.
So anyway, I'm stuck with Auntie Jane having the same conversations that we had yesterday.
"Lily, how about you help me with dinner?"
"Sure. What're we having?"
"Chicken. Where is it? It was in the freezer." Sigh, we ate it last night.
"We ate it last night. What else is there?" Auntie sighed this time.
"Nothing. Go down to the corner store and pick up something for dinner. Maybe some lunchmeat and bread. Oh, and some chips. Here are a few pounds." Sigh again.
"Auntie, I'll need more for all that. Things don't cost what they once did." She frowned. I guess she forgot that too.
"Oh dear, well here's some more. Now hurry, I'm quite hungry."
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"I need half a pound of turkey." The lady behind the counter smiled at me. She started to cut the meat that I would be eating as I got home.
I picked up a loaf of bread and a bag of potato chips. As I waited for my turkey, I looked at the tabloids. Another pop star was found doing cocaine. Jeez, why can't something new happen? I mean, she wasn't even that good at singing anyway.
I looked around the shabby store. I actually felt like taking a longer walk to the grocery store to get turkey because I had my doubts about how clean this stuff was. The lady cutting it looked like she hadn't bathed in a few days either. As I watched her cut my purchase, I kept repeating, I'm going home tomorrow, I going home tomorrow. That thought had been keeping me sane throughout this whole trip.
"Here you are, lass." I thanked her and paid for my food before exiting the store.
Walking down the road, I took in my surroundings. I was in Dublin, Ireland. This was my hometown. I was born and raised here until I was six. Then my father got a better job and moved us to London. He was a businessman that thrived on the city.
I was one hundred percent Irish. I was you typical Irish girl too. My red hair and green eyes made me stand out in the city but in Ireland, I blended in. My hair and eyes made people look twice at me. They didn't look at me because I'm stunning, because believe me, I'm not. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty, but I don't stop traffic.
I crossed the road to the apartment building my aunt lives in. Opening the door, I braced myself for the dinner and the repetitive conversations that were about to happen.
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"Lily," My aunt said to me, "why don't you go outside and play for a while. You used to love to play with the little girls around here. Maybe some of them are out now." I'm not seven, Auntie, I'm seventeen. I smiled.
"Okay." It was best to just go outside rather than explain how I have grown and didn't like to play hopscotch.
The slight breeze in the summer air was refreshing. I loved summer nights. They were so relaxing. At this time of the night, nothing felt important. It all just floated away to another time, not mattering to anyone. I loved it.
"Ah, so you've come back have you? Decided to escape to sophisticated life and come back to what you used to have?" My blood ran cold. I hated them. I was so happy when we moved because they wouldn't be around. They put me off making friends until I reached my current school.
I turned to see Kathleen O'Malley, Ashleigh Ryan, and Clodagh Wolfe smirking at me. I hate them. When I used to live here, they used to kick dirt at me and tease me about my appearance. I used to be short and chubby. Now I was tall and lean. In fact, I was taller and leaner than any of them. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, ladies.
"Yes, I came to visit my Aunt Jane."
"Oh how sweet," Clodagh cooed. I glared at her. They always made fun of my aunt. She was a bit crazy but no one was allowed to make fun of her outside of the family.
"So Lily," I braced myself for the biting remark that Ashleigh would be sending me. "Have you become a lesbian yet? The city can do that to people sometimes." I wanted to hit her.
The boys around here had been asking me out. I had been declining them because I had a boyfriend. I never told them that. So, this group of Satan's whores decided that I must be a lesbian. They have been following me around calling me "Lily the Lesbian" for a few days now. They even made a song. When Vernon was here, I could've sworn that he was humming the tune.
"For the last time, I am not a lesbian." My mind couldn't help but wander to the dream I had last year about me and my best friend, Kathy, doing...er...'things'. She still doesn't know about that dream and I intend to take it with me to the grave. "I have a boyfriend. His name is Logan."
"Are you sure it isn't Laurie?" They all giggled like someone said something clever. I turned to go back inside. Thank God I was leaving tomorrow. In fact, just twelve hours from now.
"Hey, we aren't done with you. Get back here Lesbian Lily. Oh! I made a new name!" They all started that atrocious giggling again. Good God that was starting to annoy me. I just kept walking. No need to go home with bruises.
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I lay in bed that night longing for school. I went to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I loved it there. The people there were nice and the teachers loved me. I knew that I was going to be Head Girl this year.
I longed for my best friends, Katherine, Sirius, Remus, and Peter. They were wonderful. They were the first people I met on the train to Hogwarts. We're all in Gryffindor house, being that we're all loyal and brave.
I missed them so much. They really are great friends. Sirius is my best guy friend ever. I love Remus and Peter, but I just relate to Sirius more. Remus is a close second. He's always there for me whenever I'm upset or need help with anything. Peter is the comic relief of our group.
Katherine is just the best friend a girl could have. She always knows what to say and is always there with chocolate whenever something goes wrong. I don't know what I would do without them all.
With visions of my friends in my head, I fell asleep, knowing that in a few short days, I'd see them all again.A/N: How about that. This is going to be the fic that helps me get out of my writer's block for my other story. I hope you all liked it, so review!!!