Untouchable
A/N: Just a whim of inspiration. Hope you enjoy. If I get good reactions from it then I might continue
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that appears in J.K.'s books. Anything you generally don't recognize, it's mine.
Summary: What James thinks of Lily, then what Lily thinks of James. Then what Sirius thinks of it all. Sort of fluffy …
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Lilia ~*~
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Untouchable.
That's what she was.
She was the prize he couldn't win. She was the mountain he couldn't climb, the goal he couldn't reach. She was the fireball he wouldn't catch. She was like smoke, smoke that couldn't be caught with his bare hands. She had a shell he couldn't crack. She was the question he couldn't answer.
She was freckled, she was a redhead.
She was studious but wild.
She was organized yet unorthodox.
She was caring and cruel.
She was secretive yet honest.
She was his bittersweet mystery.
She was Lily Evans, the love of his life, the untouchable.
~J~/&\~L~
Untouchable.
It's what he was.
He was the goof-ball that she couldn't control. He was the Quidditch captain she, secretly, admired and envied. He was the prankster no one could stop. He was the King she couldn't possibly compare to. He was the womaniser no girl could resist. He was the most loyal one of his friends she tried to model herself after.
He was hazel-eyed, he was a black, messy haired rebel.
He wore glasses and a smirk.
He was dependable yet destructive.
He was crazy but courageous.
He was adventurous yet reserved.
He was her rock, her dependant and - mostly – her best friend.
He was James Potter, the biggest problem in her life, the untouchable.
~L~/&\~J~
They are what they are.
They are the couple everyone wants to be. Each have the other that everyone craves. She is Yin, he is Yang or vice versa, it didn't matter as long as they are together. They are music and lyrics. They are night and day. They are forever and always.
They are passionate yet playful.
They complement but clash.
They trust and threaten.
She is the ding, he is the dong.
She is the star, he is the moon.
He is the house, she is the home.
He is the groom, she is the bride.
They are one half of the other.
They are a stag and a doe.
They are a match made in heaven.
They are Mr. & Mrs. James and Lily Potter, my best friends, the untouchables that were touched by each other in a way that only a few have truly experienced.