A/N: hehe. Heehee. HAHAHA!!! wait... what's so funny? anyway, this is my new story, because I'm in love with the marauders. so, it's summer between 6th year and 7th year for the marauders. No peter!(screw you Peter, you're evil. and a rat!)/. You found me. By the way, I've modernized almost everything, so ipods exist. just respect it.

Disclaimer: Hey. don't own a thing. stop wondering aloud if I do./

Toe rag.

Ignorant, stupid, annoying, pompous toe rag.

These were the thoughts flying through Lily's brain as she walked of the Hogwarts express. She slowly pulled her suitcases and cat, Domingo, off the train, smoke slipping through the station. Students shouted and ran towards their parents, bumping into Lily, sending her things flying. She huffed angrily, knowing she had no control over them. Now that it was summer, she couldn't give people detentions, or show off her shiny prefect badge in attempt to scare them.

Toe rag.

Only one person could fit that description in my mind, Lily thought angrily, flipping her flaming red hair, James Potter. The mother(yes, mother) of all evil.

Lily had just gotten away from another asking out by James Potter himself, that one making 126 this year. And it was a horrible one too, sending Lily into a fit of anger. He had turned Domingo into flowers. Lilies, to be exact. How obvious. How irritating.

But her summer was going to be great. She was going to Italy with her parents, taking her to some reclusive beach side cottage. No Petunia, No school, and definitely, positively, No James soddin' Potter! Perfect.

Her summer looking up, Lily hurried over to her mother, who was awaiting her anxiously.

"Lily!" Her mother cried, enveloping her in a quick hug, "You ready?"

Lily looked at her gleefully, and said, "Yeah, I already got changed."

Before leaving the train, Lily had made a quick change into her jeans and a black tee shirt of her favorite band, The Beatles.

"All right," Mrs. Evans said, grabbing Lily's suitcase, "Let's go! Your father is waiting in the car."

Mrs. Evans dragged Lily through King's Cross, making sure she didn't bump into anyone.

"Mum," Lily whispered, tripping over someone, "You don't have to pull me along, I'm seventeen."

Mrs. Evans stopped suddenly, and said, "Well of course you are, silly me."

She dropped Lily's hand and they continued to run.

they made it over to the black mercedes benz her father was sitting in, reading a knitting magazine. Lily knocked on the window, making her father jump. She giggled and quickly got in, watching her father stuff his magazine into the glove compartment.

"hey faja."

"Faja?" Mr. Evans asked incredulously.

Yeah, Dorcas taught me this cool word she uses for father. Faja."

"What am I called?" Mrs. Evans asked, jumping into the car after putting Lily's bags in the trunk.

"Mum."

"Why do I have the weird name?" Mr. Evans whined, starting up the car.

"Not weird, cool."

"I don't believe you."

"I don't believe your face!"

Lily reachs up to her mom, who gives her a high-five, laughing with her.

"She just burned you honey." Mrs. Evans whispered, stifling a laugh.

Mr. Evans grunted in anguish. The car slowly moved out of the parking area, and into the streets.

"Now," Mrs. Evans said, turning back to look at Lily, "We are going straight to Italy, no stops. Well maybe a few, but no hotels or anything. So you should get some sleep. Oh, this is going to be so fun!"

Lily fished though my backpack, looking for a good book to read. Gone with the Wind. . . Ew, She thought, read that too many times. Pride and Prejudice. . . More like pride and Preju- Preju. . . Preju-idiot. Mental note, work on that.

How about Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. . . She could live with that.

As Lily slowly read through her book about a late bunny and a mad hatter, buildings flew by, time passing almost as quickly. Soon, Lily had fallen into a deep sleep, having no dreams.

BUMP! Lily jumped at the noise, awakening herself.

"Sorry," Mr. Evans said immediately, "We seem to be on a bumpier road."

"What time is it?" Lily said looking out the window.

"9:15."

"It's not dark outside."

"In the morning."

"What?" Lily shouted, waking up her mother, "How far are we from the cottage in Italy."

"About a two miles." Mr Evans said, taking a left turn.

"Oh well that's not that far."

"So," Mrs. Evans said, turning around, "You never said anything about the boys this year at Hogwarts."

The words plunged through Lily's heart like a knife, thinking about Potter. She wouldn't give any details though.

"They've been good I suppose. I've dated a few. . ."

"But no one that's perfect," Mrs. Evans said, pointedly.

"Yes No one."

"What about that Potter boy?" Mrs. Evans asked, knowing she was getting close to a fit of rage.

Lily took a moment to think about James Harold Potter. He was a prat. He was a jerk. He was the smartest idiot she knew, and he was probably the hottest boy alive. But she hated him. His stupid messy brown hair, the idiotic smirk he had on his face, it was all so stupid. But there was also something deeper. When He would get her alone, no one around, no one talking to him, no marauders, he would be a totally different person, opening up to her, hanging out like normal. . . special.

Lily quickly through those thoughts out of her head and said, "James potter is evil. He's the reason I have no sleep. He pulled a prank on me before I got off the train. I hate him."

"So," Mr. Evans said slowly, "You would mind if he was your ne-"

"George!" Mrs. Evans hissed, elbowing him, "We shouldn't say anything yet."

Lily stared at them for a moment before pointing out he window and yelling, "Hey is that our cottage?"

Mr. Evans nodded and pulled into the driveway.

It was a small townhouse type cottage, painted periwinkle, pink, yellow, and other colors, making it look happy. There was another cottage about twenty feet away from the other one, painted exactly the same, but with purple instead of periwinkle. There was a porch on the Evans' and steps that led down to cobbled walkway. The walkway made it to a grassy patch, before disappearing and the sand of the beach coming up. Lily looked over to see waves skating across the sand, light imprints appearing. All in all, It was beautiful.

The moment Mr. Evans stopped, Lily ran out of the car and said, "This is amazing, I love it here. Maybe the neighbors have some cool girl my age, or some really hot boy. Yes!"

She ran up the steps to the door, hardly being able to wait for her parents. But as she made her way to the porch, she ran smack dab into a male person, smelling treacle tart and mangoes. Familiar.

"Evans?" The familiar scented men asked.

"Potter?" Lily said weakly.

"What are you doing here?" They both asked at the same time.

"Staying with my family of course." They said again.

"No!" Lily screamed, falling to her knees. "You live right next to me."

"Yeah," James said, grinning.

Well I am right I suppose, Lily thought, it is a hot guy.

A/N: yeah. first chapter done. I wish to get reviews because they are cool!! DO IT!. THANKS!!!

So yeah. have fun reviewing and you'll get a new chapter.

With love and the color periwinkle,

~ExP