She's a Lady by Forever the Sickest Kids
I'm in love with a girl I hate
She enjoys pointing out every bad thing about me
I'm in love with a critic and a skeptic, a traitor
I'd trade her in a second
She's a backseat driver
A drama provider
An instant update of the world
She's a first-class liar
A constant forgetter
She's attractive but bitter
Did you scream enough to make her cry?
It's a turn around
Turn around
Baby, don't return to me
If you think that I'm not worth your time
She's a lady
And ladies shouldn't be messed with
She's a lady
And ladies shouldn't be messed with
Take off your shoes
Come in the room
And baby, let's try not to argue
Turn out the lights
Turn on the radio
How can we fight when I'm too busy loving you?
I'm too busy loving you
I'm too busy loving you
Did you scream enough to make her cry?
It's a turn around
Turn around
Baby, don't return to me
If you think that I'm not worth your time
Shes a lady
And ladies shouldn't be messed with
She's a lady
And ladies shouldn't be messed with
Here I am
There you go again, again
And we will not ever be 18 again
Again
And I'm worn out of fighting
And every night you leave crying
And I could use some time
Here I am
There you go again
So here I am, and I'm dying
And I'm waiting for you
Waiting for you
Come back, come back to me
And I'll take you gladly
And I'll take you anyway
Did you scream enough to make her cry?
It's a turn around
Turn around
Baby, don't return to me
If you think that I'm not worth your time [x2]
She's a lady
And ladies shouldn't be messed with
She's a lady
And ladies shouldn't be messed with
Lily Evans took a deep sigh. This was it. The start of a good summer. It wasn't the magical way, but it didn't matter; she'd wanted this since she was a little kid, and now, it was finally happening.
She was going to take driving lessons.
Ever since she had been seven, she had wanted to be behind the wheel of a cute little car. And, after, much convincing of her parents, she was finally here. Even though they'd insisted that she didn't need this since she could aparate places, they agreed that it would be helpful in sticky situations if she couldn't concentrate enough to aparate.
She was sitting in the waiting room. The work-person was talking to someone else who would be joining in their driving lesson. Lily already had a permit, but today was her first driving lesson.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The water was falling off of the tip of the water fountain in the size of tear-drops. Hearing the drip-drip of the fountain made Lily feel impatient, like they wouldn't have the time for her to drive a car today.
It was also just an annoying sound.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Lily sighed once again. If that fountain drips one more time—
Drip.
Lily closed her eyes tightly and clutched her hands into fists. When she opened her eyes and fists, she was hoping that it would make her feel more relaxed, but the damn fountain wouldn't stop dripping.
Finally, the door opened. A portly old lade stood in the doorway. Her hair was gray and curling, falling past her double chin down to her shoulders. Her skin was wrinkly, and rectangular glasses hung in front of her eyes.
"Ms. Evans, I presume?" she said in a sing-song voice that sounded about to crack.
"Yes, that's me," said Lily, standing up.
"Mr. Potter will be joining us for your lesson today."
Oh, that's nice—WHAT!
And there he stood, coming out from his hiding spot behind the lady. He ran a hand through his already messy hair and winked his hazel eyes from behind his circular glasses. His skin was perfectly tanned from the summer, and his lips were formed in the shape of a smile. And not just any smile.
A cocky smile…a flirting smile.
"Come along, then, the car is this way," said the old lady, marking the way. Lily didn't even have time to glance at her nametag; she was too busy glaring at stupid James Potter.
Before Potter could even utter a word out of his mouth, Lily put up a finger and said, "No."
"What's the no for?" said Potter.
"If you're going to ask me out again, the answer's no," said Lily.
Potter looked up at the ceiling and sighed semi-dramatically. "Oh, damn," he said. "And here, I thought we would start kissing."
"Ha-ha," said Lily sarcastically. She started walking towards the lady. "Let's just get this over with."
"Okay then," said Potter, taking a couple of long strides to catch up to Lily. He dangled the keys in front of her face. "But I get to drive first." And he jogged to catch up to the lady, who was now near the car.
"That's not fair!" said Lily before he reached her.
"And why not?" said Potter.
Because I've wanted to drive ever since I was a little girl and you're just taking these lessons so you can flirt with me some more, Lily thought. But, instead, she kept her mouth shut and just shook her head as she caught up.
"Do I have to be in the car while you drive it?" said Lily. "We might get into a car crash. Or you might make it explode."
"Please, if that happens, the chances of anyone remembering are slim," Potter laughed. Lily looked at him quizzically. Potter just rolled his eyes, looked left and right, and then pulled his wand out from his back pocket. Lily's eyes widened. "Don't worry, Lily-Flower. You'll be safe with me."
James jumped into the driver's seat, and Lily just stood, staring at the car, a bit frightened.
The window rolled down slowly. How the lady managed to do it was a mystery to Lily, as roll-down windows take a bit of muscle to get all the way down. "Ms. Evans?" said the lady. Lily managed to get a glance at her nametag and saw that it said Sheryl Peterson. "Are you going to join us?"
Lily closed her eyes and sighed. "Sorry," she said. She opened the back seat door to the black Ford Anglia and sat down.
"Now, Mr. Potter," said Ms. Peterson, smiling. Lily rolled her eyes and almost gagged. That was just like Potter, to charm anyone and get things to go his way. "Put the key into the ignition and we will start our lesson."
"Right away," said Potter, and he jammed the key in quickly. When nothing happened right away, Potter looked a little confused. Lily smirked from the back seat. He caught her eye in the rearview mirror, pursed his lips, and turned the key in the ignition. The motor started running. "Now what?"
Lily let out a big puff of breath and turned to look out the window. She decided to stop listening to what Ms. Peterson had to say. Sure, she was up to drive next, but Ms. Peterson would teach it all over again to her.
Stupid Potter. He just wanted to tease her, flirt with her, and make out with her. He just wanted what many guys at Hogwarts wanted. Of all the girls Potter could have, he picked her, Lily Evans, as a target.
Well, this was one target that was easily missed.
No sooner was Potter driving on the street. His speed limit seemed okay, but Lily kept on catching his eye in the rearview mirror.
"Switch lanes, Mr. Potter," said Ms. Peterson calmly. Potter switched lanes easily.
"You're supposed to put your turn signal on," said Lily. Moron.
"Oh," said Potter. He turned around in his seat to look at Lily. "Sorry if it bugged you."
"Keep your eyes on the road, you're going to get us killed!" said Lily. Potter rolled his eyes and turned back around.
"Ms. Evans, that was uncalled for!" said Ms. Peterson. "Apologize!"
How old does she take me for, three?
"Sorry," Lily mumbled.
"Sorry to whom?"
"I'm sorry, Potter."
"It's rude to call people by their last names, Lily," said Potter arrogantly. He had hit a red light and was looking at her in the rearview mirror.
"Aren't you supposed to be keeping your eyes on the stop lights?" said Lily.
"Apologize correctly, Ms. Evans," said Ms. Peterson, sounding a bit fed up.
"I am sorry, James," said Lily sarcastically. Ms. Peterson however didn't catch the sarcasm, and Potter had an amused smirk on his face.
"Ms. Peterson," said Potter. "I think Lily here was being sarcastic with me."
"Well, I will not put up with sarcasm in my car," said Ms. Peterson. Potter started to drive again as the light turned green. "I have a short temper."
I've noticed.
"Apologize right now, no sarcasm, or I will have Mr. Potter drive you home and you won't get to learn how to drive a car."
Wait, what? Can she do that?
"I am sorry, James, for being short with you," said Lily. "However, I do think that you should keep your eyes on the road more often, as you are driving."
"Thank you for the tip, dearest Lily," said Potter. "I will take it to heart."
He caught her eye once more in the rearview mirror and didn't remove his gaze until Lily looked away and saw a car nearing in front of them. "James, break!"
"What?" said James, putting his eyes back on the road. He noticed that the car in front of him was going slower than he was and slammed on the breaks, only to notice that the car came to a complete stop instead of stopping in a slow fashion. The car in back had to stop immediately, and the car behind that one hit its bumper into the back, pushing the car forward a tiny bit and making it hit the back of the Ford Anglia barely. However, Lily felt the impact full and lurched forward in her seat.
Oh, boy. Driving lessons will be ever so fun!
"Jamesie! Jamesie! Jamesie!"
As James Potter arrived home, Sirius Black came running towards him once he entered the front door.
"Hey, Padfoot," said James.
"How was driving with Evans?" said Sirius.
"Driving is odd, Sirius," said James. "I, for one, would never trust you behind the wheel of a car."
"I would be the best driver in the whole world," said Sirius. "You know it, too. You're just scared to admit that I would be better than you, since I'm already better than you at everything else."
"Sirius," said James. "I'm better than you at everything else."
"Right," said Sirius, slapping James on the back as they started to head up stairs. "Just let yourself think that."
"James?" came a voice from the kitchen. "Is that you?"
"No, Mum, it's a ghost," said James. "A very attractive, very hungry ghost."
Mrs. Potter appeared next to the railing of the stairs. "Well, that's good, because dinner is soon."
"Mashed potatoes and gravy?"
"Of course. What else for my son?"
"Maybe an—"
"Apple pie?"
"You know me so well."
James and Sirius continued to James's room.
"So, was she totally pissed when she saw you?" said Sirius, climbing the ladder on the bed to sit on the top bunk. He and James shared rooms, and instead of buying another bed for Sirius, they just bought a bunk bed. Evans would probably think this is lame, James thought. But he shrugged the thought away from his mind. When Evans falls for him, she's going to fall for every aspect of him, even the dorky ones.
"Yeah," said James, dropping into the navy blue beanbag chair. "It was like there was a tiger behind her eyes."
"Ha-ha," said Sirius. "Tiger-Lily…it sounds familiar."
"Wait…" said James. "Yeah that does sound familiar…what was it in?"
"Is it a flower?"
"Maybe…no! I got it!"
"What is it?"
"It was the…ah…what do Muggles call them? One of the Indians in that Muggle play, Peter Pot."
Sirius looked confused. "You sure it was Peter Pot?"
"Well, what do you think it was?"
"Uh…" Sirius looked like he was trying to think. "Peter Saucepan."
"Maybe it was Peter Wok."
"What's a wok?"
"The Chinese cook on it. It's really cool, Mum's got one downstairs."
"Ooh! I want to see!"
"Not until we figure out who Peter Wok is!"
Sirius groaned. "Are you sure it's not Peter Saucepan? That sounded best to me."
"It could have been anything," said James. "I think the play was about him being a chef or something…"
"Well obviously, his last name is Saucepan," said Sirius, smirking. "Didn't he cook on Neverland or something?"
"Yeah! He cooked on Neverland for the Indians! And…and…uh…didn't he, like, also have those friends or whatever? What were their names again?"
"Wasn't one of them Mick?" said Sirius.
"No, I think it was Mike," said James. "And then there was…I think there was someone named James. Ha-ha, that's my name."
"You prick," said Sirius. "His name was probably Sirius, as James is an unworthy name to be in a play."
"It's a hell of a lot better than having someone named Sirius."
"Well, I like Sirius better than James. More puns are available to make with the name."
James sighed. "Fine, then," he said. "His name was Sirius. Now…there was a girl, wasn't there?"
"Yup," said Sirius. "And her name was Cammie."
"That's the name of your girlfriend, Sirius."
"Well, I can't help it," said Sirius. "I love Cammie."
"You know, I'm actually surprised by you," said James. "You've been dating her for over a year. Slughorn must be, like, a Seer or something."
"Why?"
"Because he was the one who paired you and Cammie together."
"Oh, yeah."
"I don't think her name was Cammie, though," said James. "Something with a W…or maybe a V…"
"Hey, why is a W called a double-U? It's a double-V," said Sirius.
"It can be either a double-U or a double-V, it all depends on how you write out the letter."
"Well, I like double-V better."
"Fine, then. You can call it a double-V for all I care," said James. "I think her name was…Gwendolyn."
Sirius laughed. "That sounds sort of like Wendelin the Weird."
"Ha-ha, yeah," said James.
Sirius seemed so happy now, to finally be away from his mother. Before he moved out of his mother's house and into James's, he would always be so ecstatic about their return to school, and so depressed about going home. James almost laughed at that thought, because now, it was the opposite. Ever since Sirius ran away (but not before 'accidentally' turning Regulus's hair pink) he had been much happier, and even Cammie noticed it.
In fact, the thought of Cammie probably made Sirius even happier. Cammie was Sirius's girlfriend of a little over a year. She was from America, California to be exact. And, if you want to be even more exact, Malibu. Before she had met Sirius, she had been very introverted, not having any friends at all at Hogwarts. Becoming friends with Sirius had been good for her, and then later moving on to a relationship. James didn't even know if Sirius had even done it with her yet. Sirius usually did it with a girl, and then moved on to the next.
Either way, Cammie made Sirius happy, and Mrs. Potter had said it was okay if Cammie came to spend the month before Hogwarts with them, which only made Sirius all the happier.
"What are you staring at?" asked Sirius. "The wall can't be that nice-looking, mate, not unless it had a picture of Lily Evans taped up there. And that would be for your eyes only. I'm taken."
"Cammie's taking the guest bedroom, right?" said James.
"Yeah," said Sirius. "Why?"
James shrugged. "Just wondering. You guys better not screw each other here. Mum would get pissed."
"James, we haven't even given it a second thought," said Sirius. "I know I used to be a manwhore, and I know I almost ended up having a kid my fifth year, but I'm not like that anymore. Cammie is mine."
"What happened to that kid you were supposed to have, again?"
"Lacey had a miscarriage."
"Oh, yeah. You were devastated."
"Hey, easy come, easy go," said Sirius. "I wasn't ready to be a father."
"I'm sure Lacey wasn't ready to be a mother," said James.
"How did the conversation get here, anyways?" said Sirius. "What ever happened to Peter Saucepan and Gwendolyn the Weird?"
James smirked. Only Sirius would try to get the conversation back to that.
"They retired," said James. "Peter Saucepan the Cook couldn't fly around the kitchen anymore."
"Lame."
"Dinner!" Mrs. Potter yelled from downstairs.
"Coming!" James yelled back. Sirius climbed down from the bunk bed and the two filed out of the room.
"Why couldn't he fly around the kitchen anymore?" said Sirius as they reached the bottom step of the stairs and started walking towards the kitchen.
"Because, Peter Saucepan ran out of his magical cooking tools," said James once they entered the kitchen.
"Never!" said Sirius. "Peter Saucepan will always fly!"
"Don't you mean Peter Pan?" said Mr. Potter from the table.
"Oh! I love that play!" said Mrs. Potter as she brought the dishes over to the table and set them up nicely. Soon, she sat down. "Why were you two talking about it?"
"Because Sirius wants to become a chef," said James.
Mrs. Potter gave Sirius an odd look. "Sirius, it's not about cooking."
Sirius looked confused. "But his name is Peter Pan!"
"Yes, but…he flies," said Mrs. Potter. "He flies around Neverland and fights off pirates and Indians with the Lost Boys and Michael, John, and Wendy."
"I thought his name was James," James grumbled as he served himself some mashed potatoes.
"I thought we agreed that his name was Sirius," said Sirius. "And what ever happened to Gwendolyn?"
"Her name's Wendy," said Mrs. Potter. She glanced at Mr. Potter as if to say, "Only James and Sirius would ever get into this conversation."
Mr. Potter gave her a look that said, "Too right you are."