A/N: A collection of James and Lily drabbles. Mostly for when I have writer's block. Drabbles usually help me clear my head, and start fresh.
For those of you who are following/know me as an author, I've started another chapter fic! Hopefully the first chapter will be up soon, so look for that if ya want.
Also, I tried a different writing style for this drabble, so let me know if you like it or not. Thank you!
Falling in love is a lot like getting hit with a truck. Maybe you see it coming, but you stand there, shocked, until it hits you. Maybe you see it coming and run out of the way as fast as possible. Maybe you were already running, running to get away from something else, and you run right in front of it. Or maybe, just maybe, you forget to look before you cross, you walk across the street, unaware of the truck zooming towards you. Maybe you only see it as it connects with your body, you have no time to think, no time to react, so you just fall. And as you're laying there on the ground, you think "What just happened?" until your brain catches up with your body and you know what happened. You know it's all your fault, that you should have looked, that you should have realized it was going to hit you.
Maybe, when you realize you're in love, you run. You run to find him, because you have to tell him, have to tell everyone, you just want to shout it to the world, "I'm in love!" Maybe, you run faster than you've ever run in your life, because you need to tell him quickly, before you explode, before you break apart with happiness, you just want to see the smile on his face when you tell him, "I love you!" Maybe, you run to make up for all the years you wasted, because you didn't know, didn't see it coming, didn't realize it was there all along, it just hadn't hit you yet.
Maybe, you shout it to him, don't care he's surrounded by friends, don't care he's at practice, you just have to tell him, "I love you!" Maybe he hears you, sees you, doesn't think it's real, he's waited so many years to hear you say those words to him. Maybe he doesn't look where he's going, crashes, falls to the ground. Maybe you're running again, you have to see if he's okay, oh god, he just has to be okay because you love him! Maybe you kneel beside him, shake him, shout his name. Maybe he opens his eyes, slowly, he touches your face to make sure your real, touches your face to make sure he didn't imagine it all. Maybe you smile at him, you say "I love you!", you watch as his face lights up, watch as he smiles back. Maybe you lean down to kiss him, he kisses you, you kiss each other, you're in love!
Yeah, falling in love is a lot like getting hit with a truck. Except, maybe a little more pleasant.