Hi all! I found this in my documents and worked with it a bit so that I could post it. It would really make my day if you could review and let me know what you think =) I don't have a beta, so if you have any grammar suggestions, or ideas about where you would like to see this story go, I would gladly listen and adjust/take your ideas into consideration. Right now I'm planning on writing more chapters that are similar to this one, from both Lily's and James perspective throughout their 7 years. I'm not planning on it being very long. But if you review then I am much more likely to continue! Enjoy!
Batteries not included.
Ok; so here's the deal. I'm sitting here on my bed in my PJ's with my fuzzy pink slippers on and I think to myself; why did no one tell me that all the Reese's were gone? Everyone always seems to forget to mention things. Especially around me. Well; if I had found out that the most arrogant, bullying, lower that dirt scum would be living in my house before I got here; I might have gone to Beauxbatons instead. But just like always, I'm left to discover the cupboard without Reese's by myself.
You know what; things have been going pretty great for me here at Hogwarts. I made fast friends and am doing well in all my classes…I'm fitting in somewhere for the first time in my life. Everything would be perfect if he would just leave me well alone for a bloody second!
I suppose that I should have asked Dumbledore more questions when he came to deliver my letter…something along the lines of "Will there be any gigantic prats living in close proximity to me for 7 years?" or maybe "Hey, there won't be anyone bent on humiliating me every SINGLE BLOODY day, will there?" I should have read the fine print. There is always, without fail, the line that reads 'Batteries Not Included.'
Some of it really isn't that bad. If these things didn't happen so frequently, then maybe I wouldn't get so riled up. But it's the accumulation of it all that gets to me.
It's the spit wads that persistently hit me in the back of the head during class.
It's the proposals. The proposals that occur multiple times per day.
It's the whispering about me to his mates. When I am well within earshot and can easily make out the words 'Operation Evens'.
It's the paper airplanes thrown down the Gryffindor table during breakfast that land in my pumpkin juice. And hit me in the face.
It's the showing off in transfiguration in an attempt to get my attention.
It's the flowers left for me in the common room for every one to see. With a big ribbon wrapped around them saying "love James".
It's the embarrassing "I love Lily" banners hung up all over the place.
It's the love poems; the dead awful love poems I might add, that he insists on reciting in front of the whole house.
It's the giant picture of him plastered to the ceiling of my four-poster with a permanent sticking charm. Merlin only knows how he figured out how to get up here.
It's the tripping, the grabbing, the flailing, the jumping that is all in an attempt to get as physically close to me as possible. Hasn't he ever heard of personal space?
Anyway, I could go on for days. You would be pissed if you were me too.
So now, I am here sitting in my dorm wide awake when I should be asleep, thinking about Potter and how right when I need them most, there are no reese's left.
Crawling under the covers and blowing out my candle, my thoughts turn to other things. The charms test tomorrow, the potions essay I have left to finish, the quidditch game in just a few days…and I roll onto my side so I don't have fall asleep looking at his face. Finally, after pushing thoughts about James Potter out of my mind, I drift off.