Summary:
They are just friends, but Lily loves James, but he's fallen for an OC names Nona. Nona is Lily's long time friend who's come back to visit. This takes place after Hogwarts, after Lily gave him a chance. They supposedly fell out of love, if that's even possible, and, now, what happens when James wakes up and realizes that Lily doesn't want to be "just friends" and keep what they had before? Will he also realize that he only wants Nona to fill Lily's place? Songfic to "girl all the bad guys want" by Bowling for Soup. Oh yeah, and Lily's a total and complete tomboy, just so you know.
Blind until I see youWe were all sitting in my loft, doing nothing, like usual. Sirius was strumming random notes on his guitar, only to shake his head in disapproval and start over again. Remus was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, his bass long forgotten. Peter was curled up on the rug, sleeping, with his drumsticks in his hand. James was looking out the window at the pouring rain. I think I was the only person doing something worthwhile. I can't tell you how many times that Sirius has called me crazy, but I actually want to go to college. I, however, am not going to anything fancy; it's art school for me. That's why I'm filling out this application.
Let me get one thing straight. I am not a girly girl. I'm sure that you've noticed, since I'm hanging out with 4 guys in the loft above my garage. Most girls my age would much rather be chatting and gossiping at the nearest salon, getting their hair and nails done, but, in my mind, who'd get their nails and hair done when the hair spray will come out when I let my hair down, and the nail polish will chip when I'm playing guitar. What's the point?
My mother thinks that I'm crazy for living in this run down house. My neighbors are one of the following: either a drug dealer or an ex-prisoner. Yes, Mike, the ex-jail bird was arrested, but only because he was drinking and driving. And George, the druggie, has an addiction to crack, but he's such a softie deep down, that he reads romance novels. Well, ok, he's gay, but gay people are cool!
They're actually pretty cool guys, they just have addiction problems. What my mum hates more the company that occupies my neighborhood is the house itself. You see, I was supposed to be the girly girl. The kind of person that wears short skirts and bats her eyelashes so much that she goes blind. Boy, wasn't she wrong. That would be my sister.
No, my house is pretty crappy compared to the one my sister has. She has a fancy condominium near my parents' house, and it's right across from the salon, plus, it has cable TV. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't possibly afford that. My house is sorta run down, but not so much that it looks disgusting. Plus, the house isn't what I care about. It's my garage that I care about. I spend all my time up here, and it's where all of our instruments are kept.
But, above all things, it's my roomies that mum hates the most. Remember, she loves girly girls, but because I'm not one, she gets really pissed off. Well, I'm the only girl in the house. Yup, Sirius lives in the room down the hall, Remus lives in the attic, and James lives in the bedroom downstairs. We offered to let Peter stay in the room next to the basement door, but, apparently, he's afraid of furnaces, so he freaks out whenever he has to go near the basement. Ok, I know, being afraid of the basement is the crappiest excuse in the world, but if he wants to live with is mum, or whomever it is he stays with, that's not my problem.
Honestly, I don't see how dad can stand mum, much less love her. She's been trying to convince me to grow my nails out since I was 5, and yet my dad seemed to be the only one that understands that, if I grow my nails out, I'll chip them while playing guitar, and my nail will bleed. Well, ok, that happened to me once, but it was only because my neighbor threw a basketball at me so hard that it broke my finger. Can you say "pain"?
My dad is a great guy. He, unlike my mum, doesn't favor Petunia or I, but he's the only one that doesn't care that I'd prefer playing hockey opposed to shopping at the mall. Honestly, I think he likes it that I act like the son he never had. When I was little, he used call me "son", or his "boy". He's the only person that doesn't think me a freak in the muggle world.
Sucks for me, though, because he's been in a coma since the middle of seventh year. He might come out of it, the doctors say, but ever since I had to visit the wizard hospital, St. Mungo's, I've had a hard time trusting doctors.
The only time I can ever remember making both mum and dad happy at the same time was when I told them that I had friends that were of the same sex. My dad was happy because, well, who doesn't like to see their kids make new friends? My mum was only happy because she wouldn't have to be upset when she told her "friends" who my friends were.
My mum's happiness was busted when I introduced her to Gretchen and Nona, my only female friends that didn't use me to get to one of the marauders. No, once I walked up to my mum at the train station with my friends, her wrinkle-proof smirk was washed away.
You see, Gretchen and Nona may have been girls, but Gretchen is more boyish then I am and Nona, at first look at her, is almost completely Goth-punk-rebel-thing. Well, that's what I call her. She wears all black, usually, with chains, spikes, and metal loops hanging from her pants. She has a nose ring, and her left ear is pierced 4 times. I was lucky that my mum couldn't see her tattoo, or I think that she would've fainted. Ahh, the good old days.
Yes, Nona is a punk, and Gretchen is the enemy of pink (the color, not the musician). Gretchen, that day, was wearing a baseball cap, a "my chemical romance" concert t-shirt, and jeans that were so loose that she almost tripped. Ok, so she's a tiny bit more grunge rock then I am, but she has the same attitude. Nona had put on her black lipstick (on my request), which made Petunia freak. Hey, what are siblings for?
The sad part about my relationship with Nona and Gretchen was, in third year, Nona moved to France and had to start attending Beauxbatons. The worst part was; a month after 7th year let out, Gretchen was hit by a car. She didn't make it through the night.
They were the ones that got me into music. Well, I'd always liked music, but I'd never played before them. We never wrote anything together, but we had some good times trying to turn "Variations of Canon in D" (a slow, classical song) by Pachebel into the chords for "In my life" (the band name says it all) by the Beatles. The ending was disastrous, but it was fun!
That had been the night before Nona had to leave, so we had tried to make the best of it. Ever since then, we made "In my life" (see above) 'our song'. Whenever we did something special, that's what we'd sing. So, instead of playing "taps" like you would at a regular funeral, we did a collection of Beatles songs for Gretchen.
Come to think of it, I haven't heard from Nona since then.
Well, I've probably bored you to death with stupid, pointless facts from the past, so why don't we time warp back to the present and get on with the story?
It's been raining for three hours straight. Oh well, I guess it's just gonna be another night sleeping out in the garage. I just started packing up my application when the Garage door opens downstairs and a car pulls in next to mine (I'm the only was that has a car since James doesn't know how to drive, Remus doesn't want to drive, and Sirius is too scared to drive).
I get up to see who is downstairs when someone gets out of the car. The person walk to the bottom of the steps, where I can't see them, and the person starts to sing:
( A/n this would be filled by "in my life" by The Beatles, but this stupid TOS thing won't let us keep unoriginal songs on here, so good bye to half of what this story was supposed to be!)
It took me a minute to realize what was going on. The marauders were staring at me like I was the one randomly singing, but I knew better. There are rare few that can sing that well, but only Nona would sing just so I would know that she was there.
I ran down the stairs to see Nona leaning against her car.
Well, I guess that's the first chapter. Please, tell me if it's horrible, so I can edit, if not abandon this story, 'cause I write to serve you.
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