"And when the sun comes out tomorrow, let it shine."
Mystery. Love. Romance. Lust. Hate. Anger. Death. Angst. That's what the very core of our existence is made of. We go through life, experiencing so many different emotions, it makes us who we are. It makes your life the way it has come to be. Sometimes, it feels like you're just living a lie, or living in a book, being written by the very creator itself.
If a doubt has ever crossed your mind, that someone was just playing with your mind... and your heart, you were probably correct in everyway. Peoples' emotions are so complex, and intricate, that you never really know when they truly mean it, or mean to embarrass your soul...
And then everything comes falling down, like a Crash of a Wave onto a beach. Everything just disappears, and you don't know who to turn to, or who to turn with. And as fast as your life began, it gets swept away out from under your very feet... to be gone forever... to never be found.
Well, I'll get on with my little speech, and say, "Welcome to the Fairy-Tale Existence of Lily and James."
If at any moment you feel as if you're going to fall off the seat of your comfy computer chair, please hold on tight, because you'll get a bigger dosage of surprises, and cliffies swinging your way!
Crash
A Nora Production
Chapter One: The Sun Won't Shine
A young girl, about the age of nine sat on the front porch steps, in front of her home on Madrilène Road. Her crimson red locks pulled back into messy, low pigtails, and her worn out shorts, that she had practically lived in all summer where frayed at the ends. The fairy garden, her sister Petunia had insisted upon having in the front yard, was dead, and made the house look not up to perfection.
This young girl's name was Lillian Evans.
And her best friend, James Potter, was away for vacation, and was expected to return that very afternoon. James had been gone a two weeks, which was a very long time for the red-head, for James was her really her only true friend.
And then she saw it. The off-white station wagon, that had hailed away the young boy two weeks earlier, pulled up a driveway across the street.
"Lily!" A young, scrawny, untidy black haired boy rejoiced, hopping out of the backseat.
"Hey, Potter!" The red-head yelled across the cracked blacktop street.
"How've ya been?" James asked as he settled himself next to his friend on her front steps.
"Lonely." She said, resting her pale chin in the palm of her left hand. "How was your vacation?"
"Eh, same old same old. The grandparents are getting older... And I actually spent twenty minutes counting the wrinkles on Grandpa Edward's forehead. But my mom yelled at me when I came up with the conclusion of a hundred fifty six."
Lily smiled, and stood up. "Want a freeze-pop?"
"Yeah!"
Lily led James inside her home, and through the living room, where her exhausted, from looking for new homes, father lay reclined in the green recliner, with his newspaper rested on his stomach, and into the kitchen.
"So, what color do you want, James?" Lily asked, as she hauled a chair from the kitchen table over to the refrigerator.
"Blue."
"All right." She said, climbing on the chair, and opening the freezer door. Her short arm searched for a pink and blue freeze pop.
"Here.." She said handing him his pop. "Courtesy of the Evans' household."
"Thanks." James said, ripping the top off, and sucking on the pop.
"I have to tell you something." Lily said, sitting at the kitchen table.
"Okay. Shoot." He said, sitting across from her.
"I'm moving."
"Aw! Neat! Where?"
"Ireland."
"What? Why?"
"My grandpa is ill. and, he can't take care of himself anymore.. so we have to move there and help out." She said slowly and sadly. "I'm sorry, James. I wish I didn't have to move.. but I do."
"When are you leaving?" He said, staring at the butcher-block table.
"The nineteenth of October."
"Oh. I-I see." He frowned. "That's in two months and three days. Do you have too?"
"I'm sorry, James.. I really am."
"No. No. don't be. I mean, I knew sooner or later one of us was going to leave.. I just didn't expect it to be you.." He frowned, and rubbed his eyes.
"Oh, come on, Potter! Don't cry." She tilted her head, and stood from the table. "Stay right there. don't move. stay.. right there!"
Lily ran towards the living room, and up the stairs she'd climbed so many times. She ran down the upstairs hall, which was filled with family portraits, and paintings.
"One minute!" She called, as she flung open her bedroom door, and dived for under her bed.
Her arm reached under the bed, grabbing and pushing things.
"Aha!" She muttered, pulling a box out from under the bed. "Found it."
Lily opened the shoebox, and dumped everything out. "There it is!" She said, dropping something into the box, and carrying it down the stairs, and back into the kitchen, were James still sat.
"Welcome back." He said, staring at the box in her hand.
"Oh.. Here." She said, shoving the box towards him. "Take it. I want you to have it."
"I can't.. I don't want too."
"Take it, James." She said, as he pulled the box out of her hand.
James pulled the lid off of the box, and smiled. "It's the crayon I traded you for your nickel."
"You'll always think of me when you use that crayon." She grinned, and sat back at the table.
"I don't have anything to give you just yet." He frowned, and fingered the strings on his shorts. "But I will."
---- Two Months, And Three Days Later ----
Lily, her parents, and her dreadfully ugly sister stood outside the train that'd soon take them to Ireland. Lily held her teddy-bear, Mr. Roosevelt, under her left arm. She frowned, as a train leaving the station, caused a light breeze, making her hair flow over her eyes, and face.
"Do I have to go?" She asked her father, tugging at his shirt. "Can't I stay here?"
"I'm sorry, Lillian," Her father's deep voice said, sympathetically. "You have to come along with us."
James came running towards the platform, and towards Lily and her family.
"Lils!" He panted, stopping feet in front of Lily, placing both hands on both knees. "Here.." He said, shoving a photograph towards Lily. "'Sa picture of the day we first met. you know. thought if you looked at it, you'd be reminded of me.."
"Promise you'll write." Lily said, ignoring his sayings, taking the picture from him.
"Wha--?"
"Promise me, James. Promise you'll write."
"Promise, promise you'll write back?"
"Promise."
"Good."
"Pinky swear?"
"Pinky swear." He muttered, linking pinkies with Lily. "And I promise to call ever once and a while."
"And I'll call you back." She smiled, and dropped her teddy-bear, and picture, wrapping her arms around his neck, and giving him a long deserved hug. "I'll see you soon."
"Lily, dear, get on the train. it's about to leave."
"Best friends forever?" She said, picking her teddy bear and picture up.
"Forever." His childish smirk played across his young, pale pink lips. "See you."
"Yeah. Bye James. It's been nice knowing you."
"Yeah you too." Lily smiled, and pecked James' cheek. "Remember me."
"I will!"
"Bye.." Lily stepped on the first step of the train, and waved at her friend.
"Bye, Lils!" James called, as the train slowly started to move.
Lily ran fully onto the train, and seconds later could be found peering out of a window.
"I'll see you, 'round, Potter! I promise you I will!"
"Bye!" James yelled.
And soon, the train, carrying James' best friend, was out of sight.
Mystery. Love. Romance. Lust. Hate. Anger. Death. Angst. That's what the very core of our existence is made of. We go through life, experiencing so many different emotions, it makes us who we are. It makes your life the way it has come to be. Sometimes, it feels like you're just living a lie, or living in a book, being written by the very creator itself.
If a doubt has ever crossed your mind, that someone was just playing with your mind... and your heart, you were probably correct in everyway. Peoples' emotions are so complex, and intricate, that you never really know when they truly mean it, or mean to embarrass your soul...
And then everything comes falling down, like a Crash of a Wave onto a beach. Everything just disappears, and you don't know who to turn to, or who to turn with. And as fast as your life began, it gets swept away out from under your very feet... to be gone forever... to never be found.
Well, I'll get on with my little speech, and say, "Welcome to the Fairy-Tale Existence of Lily and James."
If at any moment you feel as if you're going to fall off the seat of your comfy computer chair, please hold on tight, because you'll get a bigger dosage of surprises, and cliffies swinging your way!
Crash
A Nora Production
Chapter One: The Sun Won't Shine
A young girl, about the age of nine sat on the front porch steps, in front of her home on Madrilène Road. Her crimson red locks pulled back into messy, low pigtails, and her worn out shorts, that she had practically lived in all summer where frayed at the ends. The fairy garden, her sister Petunia had insisted upon having in the front yard, was dead, and made the house look not up to perfection.
This young girl's name was Lillian Evans.
And her best friend, James Potter, was away for vacation, and was expected to return that very afternoon. James had been gone a two weeks, which was a very long time for the red-head, for James was her really her only true friend.
And then she saw it. The off-white station wagon, that had hailed away the young boy two weeks earlier, pulled up a driveway across the street.
"Lily!" A young, scrawny, untidy black haired boy rejoiced, hopping out of the backseat.
"Hey, Potter!" The red-head yelled across the cracked blacktop street.
"How've ya been?" James asked as he settled himself next to his friend on her front steps.
"Lonely." She said, resting her pale chin in the palm of her left hand. "How was your vacation?"
"Eh, same old same old. The grandparents are getting older... And I actually spent twenty minutes counting the wrinkles on Grandpa Edward's forehead. But my mom yelled at me when I came up with the conclusion of a hundred fifty six."
Lily smiled, and stood up. "Want a freeze-pop?"
"Yeah!"
Lily led James inside her home, and through the living room, where her exhausted, from looking for new homes, father lay reclined in the green recliner, with his newspaper rested on his stomach, and into the kitchen.
"So, what color do you want, James?" Lily asked, as she hauled a chair from the kitchen table over to the refrigerator.
"Blue."
"All right." She said, climbing on the chair, and opening the freezer door. Her short arm searched for a pink and blue freeze pop.
"Here.." She said handing him his pop. "Courtesy of the Evans' household."
"Thanks." James said, ripping the top off, and sucking on the pop.
"I have to tell you something." Lily said, sitting at the kitchen table.
"Okay. Shoot." He said, sitting across from her.
"I'm moving."
"Aw! Neat! Where?"
"Ireland."
"What? Why?"
"My grandpa is ill. and, he can't take care of himself anymore.. so we have to move there and help out." She said slowly and sadly. "I'm sorry, James. I wish I didn't have to move.. but I do."
"When are you leaving?" He said, staring at the butcher-block table.
"The nineteenth of October."
"Oh. I-I see." He frowned. "That's in two months and three days. Do you have too?"
"I'm sorry, James.. I really am."
"No. No. don't be. I mean, I knew sooner or later one of us was going to leave.. I just didn't expect it to be you.." He frowned, and rubbed his eyes.
"Oh, come on, Potter! Don't cry." She tilted her head, and stood from the table. "Stay right there. don't move. stay.. right there!"
Lily ran towards the living room, and up the stairs she'd climbed so many times. She ran down the upstairs hall, which was filled with family portraits, and paintings.
"One minute!" She called, as she flung open her bedroom door, and dived for under her bed.
Her arm reached under the bed, grabbing and pushing things.
"Aha!" She muttered, pulling a box out from under the bed. "Found it."
Lily opened the shoebox, and dumped everything out. "There it is!" She said, dropping something into the box, and carrying it down the stairs, and back into the kitchen, were James still sat.
"Welcome back." He said, staring at the box in her hand.
"Oh.. Here." She said, shoving the box towards him. "Take it. I want you to have it."
"I can't.. I don't want too."
"Take it, James." She said, as he pulled the box out of her hand.
James pulled the lid off of the box, and smiled. "It's the crayon I traded you for your nickel."
"You'll always think of me when you use that crayon." She grinned, and sat back at the table.
"I don't have anything to give you just yet." He frowned, and fingered the strings on his shorts. "But I will."
---- Two Months, And Three Days Later ----
Lily, her parents, and her dreadfully ugly sister stood outside the train that'd soon take them to Ireland. Lily held her teddy-bear, Mr. Roosevelt, under her left arm. She frowned, as a train leaving the station, caused a light breeze, making her hair flow over her eyes, and face.
"Do I have to go?" She asked her father, tugging at his shirt. "Can't I stay here?"
"I'm sorry, Lillian," Her father's deep voice said, sympathetically. "You have to come along with us."
James came running towards the platform, and towards Lily and her family.
"Lils!" He panted, stopping feet in front of Lily, placing both hands on both knees. "Here.." He said, shoving a photograph towards Lily. "'Sa picture of the day we first met. you know. thought if you looked at it, you'd be reminded of me.."
"Promise you'll write." Lily said, ignoring his sayings, taking the picture from him.
"Wha--?"
"Promise me, James. Promise you'll write."
"Promise, promise you'll write back?"
"Promise."
"Good."
"Pinky swear?"
"Pinky swear." He muttered, linking pinkies with Lily. "And I promise to call ever once and a while."
"And I'll call you back." She smiled, and dropped her teddy-bear, and picture, wrapping her arms around his neck, and giving him a long deserved hug. "I'll see you soon."
"Lily, dear, get on the train. it's about to leave."
"Best friends forever?" She said, picking her teddy bear and picture up.
"Forever." His childish smirk played across his young, pale pink lips. "See you."
"Yeah. Bye James. It's been nice knowing you."
"Yeah you too." Lily smiled, and pecked James' cheek. "Remember me."
"I will!"
"Bye.." Lily stepped on the first step of the train, and waved at her friend.
"Bye, Lils!" James called, as the train slowly started to move.
Lily ran fully onto the train, and seconds later could be found peering out of a window.
"I'll see you, 'round, Potter! I promise you I will!"
"Bye!" James yelled.
And soon, the train, carrying James' best friend, was out of sight.