Author's Note: Yea, well I know I said that I wasn't going to post this
until…well after I finished one of my other fics, but I just had to write
this before someone else took the idea! Well, you know how that is.
Well…maybe you don't. Oh well! I hope that you like this. Actually I'm on
my knees begging that you like this. Just kidding! Oh, and this takes place
AFTER Hogwarts! *sits there nervously* I hope you like it! Please R/R!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own anything in this story…except for the people whom you don't recognize! The rest belongs to the wonderfully, creative, J.K Rowling.
Summary: As Lily Evans sits down to eat breakfast, at her usual morning café, she expects it to be a normal, uneventful day. But, just as things just couldn't get worse, she bumps into an old friend' who ends up bringing back everything that she had once pushed away. Please R.R!
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~Bounce~
Chapter One.
Lily Evans' eyes fluttered open, as she gazed at her alarm clock. She threw off her purple silk sheets and sighed. Monday, she thought, god awful Monday! She rolled off her bed, and stumbled over to her closet. She pulled out a green V-neck quarter length white shirt, and a black skirt. Not exactly a fantastic outfit, but it would do for her state. She hurriedly pulled on her skirt and shirt, and skidded out the door.
"Lily! It's seven o'clock dear! You're going to be late!" She heard a familiar voice call out from the living room.
"I'm awake, Derrick!" She bellowed from the bathroom. She grabbed her brush and brushed through her silky dark red hair. She quickly pulled it up in a twist and fastened it with a red clip, that hid easily in her hair.
She walked into the living room, and plopped onto the well worn couch.
"You're finally awake I see." Derrick Graham, said as he walked briskly into the living room, and sat down with Lily.
"So what are your plans for today?" Lily asked, sitting on his lap. Derrick started to inform her about the days up coming events, as her mind dazed off into thought. Derrick had been her boyfriend for almost a two, and they were living together in flat in London, England. Derrick, in Lily's mind, was the kind of guy she always pictured to marry. Handsome, young, athletic, and had a stable job, down at Standford&Silverman Lawfirm. He was incredible with children, and had a keen sense in knowing just what a girl wanted to hear. Though there was always something missing when she looked into his eyes.
"Lily? Are you there? Liiillly…" She heard whisper in her ear.
Lily's daze dropped out immediately as she heard her name being said into her ear, over and over again.
"Derrick! Stop that! It tickles you twit!" Lily scolded pulling away from his firm arms.
"Jeez, Lils! I was only playing with you! Something that you don't let me do often." Derrick said as he pulled her closer to him, and pressed his lips to hers forcefully. She tried to pull away, but she soon realized that she didn't spend enough time with him anymore, and that she didn't want this relationship falling downhill, as so many had done before. So, she just went with the flow, and kissed him back. As the kiss became more passionate, Lily finally came to her senses and pulled away.
"Derrick, not now. I really have to get down to the office." Lily said as she got off his lap. "I'll be home around seven, and we can go grab a bite to eat after."
"Oh, all right. If you insist, dear." He replied as he helped her put on her coat.
"Now that's a good boy," Lily said playfully as she kissed him on the cheek, and stepped out of her flat.
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The twenty-one year old walked down the heavily crowded London streets as she made her way to her favorite morning café, the Enchanté Café. She went and found her usual window seat, and sat down. She pulled out the London times, and read the top news. She was just about to go to the next article when she heard a voice talking to her.
"May I take your order, Miss?" the waitress asked impatiently.
"Yes, could I take an expresso, and when would you bring out a little dish of cinnamon, with it also. I'd also love a chocolate chip scone, also." Lily said briskly.
"As you wish. Is that all?"
"Yes it is." Lily said quickly and went back to reading her paper.
Her eyes drifted down to a certain article. She read the article closely, and gasped! It couldn't be, she told herself. Sightings of owls during the day? Mysterious gatherings at convention halls, and sparks associated? No, it couldn't be, she scolded. There was no way. She closed her newspaper, crinkling it as she put it into her tot bag. The waitress, brought her, her coffee and scone. Lily brought the steaming hot liquid to her mouth and drank it slowly, letting the scorching heat touch all points in her throat.
She put down her cup, and picked up her scone, but as she looked at it closely she realized that something was there that shouldn't be. What was that sticking onto it? Is that what she thought it was? A hair? Lily cringed as her guess had been proven as she looked at it more carefully. She shuddered. Well, this morning couldn't get any worse she assumed. She didn't feel like waiting ten years for the waitress to return, so she picked her plate, with the scone and marched right over to the counter.
Her motions where stopped suddenly as she bumped into someone, and a hot foamy liquid was sent all over her front, as she descended to the floor, but a strong arm caught her just as she slipped.
"I'm incredibly sorry, Miss. It was all my fault." She heard a haunting voice from her past say quickly. She had hoped and prayed at that exact moment, that it surely wasn't who she thought it was, but her prayers hadn't been answered, as she brought her eyes to meet the man's deep chocolate brown eyes.
Their eyes only met for a mere second, for Lily had already contained her composure, and ran quickly out the door. The last words she heard as the glass door to the café slammed shut was,
"Lily! Is that you?!"
She walked fast, and her heart was thumping so loud she could've sworn that everyone in London could hear it. She couldn't believe her luck. It had been almost five years since she had seen those deep, intense chocolate brown eyes. Her thoughts were irrupted as she felt a firm grasp latch onto her arm. Her face went pale, as she pivoted around to face, and avoided eye contact at all costs.
"Why, h-hello, James." She muttered, as everything that she had pushed away a long five years ago, came suddenly rushing back
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Ok, I'm done with that chapter. I hope you liked it. So please R/R!!! And if you have time, please read my other stories, If I Could, and Escape if you fancy Lily/James romances. I feel terrible about promoting my other stories…but I just thought to add that tid-bit. I won't continue this story, if no one reviews, because I don't want to keep writing something that no one reads anyway. So please, R/R!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own anything in this story…except for the people whom you don't recognize! The rest belongs to the wonderfully, creative, J.K Rowling.
Summary: As Lily Evans sits down to eat breakfast, at her usual morning café, she expects it to be a normal, uneventful day. But, just as things just couldn't get worse, she bumps into an old friend' who ends up bringing back everything that she had once pushed away. Please R.R!
~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~
~Bounce~
Chapter One.
Lily Evans' eyes fluttered open, as she gazed at her alarm clock. She threw off her purple silk sheets and sighed. Monday, she thought, god awful Monday! She rolled off her bed, and stumbled over to her closet. She pulled out a green V-neck quarter length white shirt, and a black skirt. Not exactly a fantastic outfit, but it would do for her state. She hurriedly pulled on her skirt and shirt, and skidded out the door.
"Lily! It's seven o'clock dear! You're going to be late!" She heard a familiar voice call out from the living room.
"I'm awake, Derrick!" She bellowed from the bathroom. She grabbed her brush and brushed through her silky dark red hair. She quickly pulled it up in a twist and fastened it with a red clip, that hid easily in her hair.
She walked into the living room, and plopped onto the well worn couch.
"You're finally awake I see." Derrick Graham, said as he walked briskly into the living room, and sat down with Lily.
"So what are your plans for today?" Lily asked, sitting on his lap. Derrick started to inform her about the days up coming events, as her mind dazed off into thought. Derrick had been her boyfriend for almost a two, and they were living together in flat in London, England. Derrick, in Lily's mind, was the kind of guy she always pictured to marry. Handsome, young, athletic, and had a stable job, down at Standford&Silverman Lawfirm. He was incredible with children, and had a keen sense in knowing just what a girl wanted to hear. Though there was always something missing when she looked into his eyes.
"Lily? Are you there? Liiillly…" She heard whisper in her ear.
Lily's daze dropped out immediately as she heard her name being said into her ear, over and over again.
"Derrick! Stop that! It tickles you twit!" Lily scolded pulling away from his firm arms.
"Jeez, Lils! I was only playing with you! Something that you don't let me do often." Derrick said as he pulled her closer to him, and pressed his lips to hers forcefully. She tried to pull away, but she soon realized that she didn't spend enough time with him anymore, and that she didn't want this relationship falling downhill, as so many had done before. So, she just went with the flow, and kissed him back. As the kiss became more passionate, Lily finally came to her senses and pulled away.
"Derrick, not now. I really have to get down to the office." Lily said as she got off his lap. "I'll be home around seven, and we can go grab a bite to eat after."
"Oh, all right. If you insist, dear." He replied as he helped her put on her coat.
"Now that's a good boy," Lily said playfully as she kissed him on the cheek, and stepped out of her flat.
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The twenty-one year old walked down the heavily crowded London streets as she made her way to her favorite morning café, the Enchanté Café. She went and found her usual window seat, and sat down. She pulled out the London times, and read the top news. She was just about to go to the next article when she heard a voice talking to her.
"May I take your order, Miss?" the waitress asked impatiently.
"Yes, could I take an expresso, and when would you bring out a little dish of cinnamon, with it also. I'd also love a chocolate chip scone, also." Lily said briskly.
"As you wish. Is that all?"
"Yes it is." Lily said quickly and went back to reading her paper.
Her eyes drifted down to a certain article. She read the article closely, and gasped! It couldn't be, she told herself. Sightings of owls during the day? Mysterious gatherings at convention halls, and sparks associated? No, it couldn't be, she scolded. There was no way. She closed her newspaper, crinkling it as she put it into her tot bag. The waitress, brought her, her coffee and scone. Lily brought the steaming hot liquid to her mouth and drank it slowly, letting the scorching heat touch all points in her throat.
She put down her cup, and picked up her scone, but as she looked at it closely she realized that something was there that shouldn't be. What was that sticking onto it? Is that what she thought it was? A hair? Lily cringed as her guess had been proven as she looked at it more carefully. She shuddered. Well, this morning couldn't get any worse she assumed. She didn't feel like waiting ten years for the waitress to return, so she picked her plate, with the scone and marched right over to the counter.
Her motions where stopped suddenly as she bumped into someone, and a hot foamy liquid was sent all over her front, as she descended to the floor, but a strong arm caught her just as she slipped.
"I'm incredibly sorry, Miss. It was all my fault." She heard a haunting voice from her past say quickly. She had hoped and prayed at that exact moment, that it surely wasn't who she thought it was, but her prayers hadn't been answered, as she brought her eyes to meet the man's deep chocolate brown eyes.
Their eyes only met for a mere second, for Lily had already contained her composure, and ran quickly out the door. The last words she heard as the glass door to the café slammed shut was,
"Lily! Is that you?!"
She walked fast, and her heart was thumping so loud she could've sworn that everyone in London could hear it. She couldn't believe her luck. It had been almost five years since she had seen those deep, intense chocolate brown eyes. Her thoughts were irrupted as she felt a firm grasp latch onto her arm. Her face went pale, as she pivoted around to face, and avoided eye contact at all costs.
"Why, h-hello, James." She muttered, as everything that she had pushed away a long five years ago, came suddenly rushing back
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Ok, I'm done with that chapter. I hope you liked it. So please R/R!!! And if you have time, please read my other stories, If I Could, and Escape if you fancy Lily/James romances. I feel terrible about promoting my other stories…but I just thought to add that tid-bit. I won't continue this story, if no one reviews, because I don't want to keep writing something that no one reads anyway. So please, R/R!