Hey you guys! I'm glad you've come to my fanfiction and I hope you enjoy it. It's the same story as always, we've all read about it so often. But there's just something about the story of James Potter and Lily Evans that keeps it interesting. I hope you like my way of telling their story and I look forward to hear your opinions! So go and review. I'm also always open for criticism but please note that English is not my native language so you may keep any mistakes you will find ;-)

"Will you go out with me?" - "No, I won't."

Two minutes passed during which he kept staring at me.

"Will you go out with me now?" - "What's so hard to understand about the word NO, Potter?"

I couldn't stop my voice from becoming louder and increasingly angry.

But was it really that hard to com prehend those two single letters. I mean it was only TWO letters. Two letters that he didn't seem to understand.

"Why not?" - "Because it's you asking."

"What's about me? What's there not to like about me?"
I had managed to not look at him this whole time, but now I had reached my limit and turned around and shot a furious glance in his direction. I was looking directly into his hazelnut-brown eyes and for the first time ever I started noticing some brighter spots in them which made his eyes look like they were glinting. It was actually looking pretty beautiful.

I shook my head slightly to banish that thought from my mind. I couldn't have actually thought that.

I broke the eye contact immediately and started looking at the front of the class room again where our Biology teacher was just writing down our homework for the holidays on the board.

"I just asked you something, Evans." Of course he wouldn't give up so easily. I had known this guy for so many years now, ever since we started going to Middle School. The amount of vigor he had would be enough for another 20 people.

"I told you like a hundred times already: You're an asshole and there is nothing in this world that could make me go out with you. I'd rather die in a fire because the pain of that is nothing in comparison to spending time with you."

I shot him another short look (this time without looking closer at his eyes, just to be on the safe side!) and I could see that this was exactly what I had to say to finally make him stop. At least for now.

I couldn't stop myself from smiling a small triumphant smile, while writing down the notes from the board. I didn't hear another sound from him from the rest of the class, he didn't even dare to look at me again.

When the bell rang to announce that the period was over, I got up as quickly as possible to leave the class room before he could have another chance to talk to me again.

Outside of the room my best friend Spencer was already waiting for me. She smiled at first when she spotted me, but she probably realized that I was a little irritated even from far away.

"Looks like someone is having a bad day." She looked at me with a wondering expression on her face. I sighed extra loudly before answering her.
"It's Potter again. He's going on my nerves. I don't know how much longer I will be able to deal with him. I'm so close to killing him, really!"
With every word I could feel myself getting angrier. But I didn't want to let that happen, this stupid guy shouldn't have so much control over me and my life.

"Oh Lily, please. This again? Can't there ever be a day where the two of you are not fighting?" Spencer rolled her eyes while saying this.

I could not believe her! She was acting like any of this was my fault and as if I had anything to say about this.
"Are you serious?! It's not my fault he's being such an annoying jackass. I don't want him to keep on asking me for a date! No matter what I do, he just keeps coming back. It's so frustrating!"

Spencer started laughing, but only glance from me was enough to make her stop. She knew me good enough to know that I did not find this funny at all.

"Ok sorry! Don't kill me, it's not my fault either. But look on the bright side of this: winter holidays are coming in a week so it's only a few more days of Potter being around you. After that you will a full two weeks of not being bothered by him."

Well that was something I loved to hear. I had almost forgotten about the holidays being right around the corner. I had always loved Christmas, being around my family, the snow (if there ever was any), all the decorations and Christmas lights and just the general feeling you would get during Christmas time.

We left the school building and started walking home. When we reached my house we said a short goodybe, we would see each other during the weekend anyway and while I moved towards my house, Spencer turned around another corner.

When I got into the kitchen, my parents were already sitting at the table, apparently already expecting me since they both looked up immediately when I came in and said hello.

"There you are! I'm so glad you're here sweetie. There's something we need to discuss."

My mum pulled a chair back, so that I could sit down right between the two of them.

I couldn't really make out what their facial expressions were trying to tell me, but I didn't like the vibe that was coming from this whole situation. Something was wrong and I just had a feeling in my stomach that I wouldn't like the outcome of all of this.

"So as you know, your father and I will have to leave town on the first day of winter holidays.", my mother started.

I just nodded slightly, I just wanted them to tell me what was going on without all of the unnecessary chit-chat.

"And you probably remember that we told you that we would be back after two days only... but today we found out that this workshop we have to attend will last a little longer."

I kept looking at both of them one after another. My dad was just playing with one of the coasters on the table, while my mum (who was the only one speaking) was trying to hold up a trustworthy smile. I raised my eyebrows. There was nothing new about this whole story, besides that they had to stay away a little longer. They were both dentists in a large medical center outside of town and it would happen from time to time that they would leave for a workshop.

"And by a little longer I mean that it will last for 10 days. We will of course be back for Christmas, I promise."

I could feel myself become a little less tense. This was nothing too bad, really. I was't sure what I had expected, but it was definitely not something minor like this. But I knew that especially my mother tended to exaggerate things a little.

"That's ok, really. As long as you'll be back for Christmas, it's fine for me."
I shot them both an understanding smile, but this smile faded when I saw my mother helplessly looking in my fathers direction. He cleared his throat and started talking for the first time after I had come in.

"Look Lily, that's not all. You know that we trust you and I know it's not too much longer until you will turn 18 but you're not yet there and in the last few months a lot of things happened in this town. There were some break-ins, actually also in this neighborhood and you can't trust people these days. That's why your mother and I have come to the conclusion that we do not want you to stay here alone for the time that we're gone."

He paused, probably to see my reaction to all of this. But I didn't know what to say, so I just let him continue.

"We have already taken care of everything. We have spoken to some parents from one of your classmates, we met them a few months ago at this parent-teacher conference at your school. They were so friendly and we stayed in contact and we told them about our situation they offered for you to stay at their place for the 10 days. Isn't that nice of them?"

I was not sure if I should laugh, because this was just a big joke or if I should cry because my parents were apparently forgetting that I was no longer a 10 year old girl.

"B-but... you said it yourself! I'm almost 18, I can take care of myself. Also why didn't you tell me about this sooner? I can stay with Spencer, if you really don't want me to stay alone. I don't want to spend my holidays with some weird family that I don't even know. Who even is this class mate you're talking about? Do I even know them?!"

There was panic rising up inside of me. And my mother could sense it, because she took my right and gently squeezed it, as if that would in any way comfort me.

"We asked Spencer's mother of course. But she is working most of the time and she already has her hands full with Spencer and her two younger brothers. Also they don't really have the space to accomodate another person in their small house. There is no other option, Sweetie. And your class mates parents have this huge house, you will have your own room and everything. Maybe this might make you change your mind: their son, your class mate, he is a very handsome boy. I met him when I was talking to his parents and he was being such a gentleman, really. If you don't know him yet, I am sure you will like him! His name is James, James Potter."

I just stared blankly at my mother for what felt like an eternity. I think I actually stopped breathing and there was nothing in my head besides the two words echoing inside. "James Potter". This could not be real, this was not happening.

I got up from my chair so rapidly that it fell over behind me. I could feel tears welling in my eyes but it was not because of sadness, it was because of anger. How could they do this to me? There was not a single excuse for all of this.

I finally found my voice again. And it was loud.

"Are you kidding me?! You have got to be kidding me. This must be the worst joke ever. James Potter, really? Do you even know much I hate this guy? He is an asshole and definitely not a gentleman! Mum, how could you do this without telling me?"

I was furious. I was breathing heavily and trying not to destroy anything.

"Lily, Sweetheart. You're just surprised about all of this, that's all. It's not as bad as you might think. James' parents are so nice, you will like them and they are actually looking forward to meet you. And about James, I don't think you know him that well because what I saw from him was a really grown-up, humble man. You should give him a chance."

I spat out a fake laugh. She didn't have any idea. Grown-up and James Potter in one sentence? That just didn't make sense at all.

For the next 15 minutes I kept on rambling about how they couldn't do this and how they were obviously trying to ruin my life. But nothing I would say made them change their mind. Eventually my dad hit his fist strongly on the table which made me and my mother flinch. He was speaking slowly and determinedly.

"Lily Evans, I heard enough. You will go to your room now and accept what we just told you. You are not the one to make a decision here, we are still your parents and we want what's best for you. I don't want to hear anything about this again for the next week. Now go."

I knew my dad well. He might have seemed calm, but inside he was raging. And I also knew that I shouldn't try to object but every cell of my body didn't want to just accept this fate. I looked over to my mother but she was just nodding in approval.

I opened my mouth one last time, but closed it just as fast. I had to surrender, even though I knew that this would mean one of two things:

1. I would kill myself because being forced to stay at James Potters house seemed to be a good enough reasons to do so

2. I would end up in jail because being forced to stay at James Potters house seemed to be a good enough reason to kill him

I went up into my room without looking at my parents again. I shut the door loudly and let myself fall down onto my bed, my face buried deep in the pillows. I didn't know how long I was laying there, but I only moved again when I could feel my cell phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the screen, on which it said that I had one new message from a number I didn't know.

"Have you heard the great news already? Can't wait for it! - James"

I let out a frustraded groan and turned off my phone without answering the text. All of this was becoming more and more like one of those really ridiculous nightmares I sometimes had. Just that this time – there was no waking up from it.