If Misery Were a Flower
Summary: Most people would love being the center of attention--and to have a good- looking stalker that threw himself at her whenever she walked into a room? Most girls would die for it. Not Lily. Never Lily.
I wrote this to get over my writer's block for my other fic, which I am going to redo and reload. I have practically everything planned out, and even have scenes done for later on in the fic, but I just can't get to the point I need for the story to start rolling! I'm a perfectionist.Please read and review this!! I think it's pretty good so far, tell me what you think? This first chapter is really short because it's the prologue and sets the scene. I promise that next chapters will be much longer and better! If no one likes it, I won't continue it, but we'll see!
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Lily Evans was perched on a log next to the lake, her melancholy face the image of misery. But she had nothing to be miserable about. After all, most people would love being the center of attention--and to have a good-looking stalker that threw himself at her whenever she walked into a room? Most girls would die for it. 'But ANYONE can have it,' a miserable Lily lamented, 'take it away--just take HIM away, and I will never complain again!
The HIM was a certain James Potter. From the second he had seen her on the Hogwarts Express, he had been desperately in love with her. 'No, not even in love. Just in love with the idea of being in love with me. And c'mon. After five years of this.' A tear trailing down her cheek, she remembered.
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Sirius smiled at the group of girls surrounding him. "Now, girls, you see, in a few seconds, you will hear a certain Lily Evans say something along these lines, 'Get off me, you great maggot! And never ask me out again!'" Sirius mimicked in a high falsetto. "Here it comes, three, two, one."
A loud feminine screech sounded from across the Gryffindor Common Room, accompanied by a large crash that was an attractive Gryffindor Chaser crashing into a bookshelf. "Get off me, you slimy prat! And never ask me out again!"
Across the room, Sirius took a bow to a round of cheers. "Thank you, thank you. I see I got it partially wrong. I forgot. I thought that this week was 'great maggot'. Must remember next time."
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And so started every morning. Every morning, James Potter would wait for Lily Evans at the bottom of the stairs. And every morning, he would grab her in a hug, and ask her out. And every morning, she would scream the same thing. And every afternoon for the past three years at least, Lily Evans would come out to cry by the lake. And every evening James Potter never noticed her tear-stained face.
So Lily Evans was miserable.
And if you know how to get italics to show up, please tell me! I tried, but I don't think it will work!
Just click the little blue box.
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Summary: Most people would love being the center of attention--and to have a good- looking stalker that threw himself at her whenever she walked into a room? Most girls would die for it. Not Lily. Never Lily.
I wrote this to get over my writer's block for my other fic, which I am going to redo and reload. I have practically everything planned out, and even have scenes done for later on in the fic, but I just can't get to the point I need for the story to start rolling! I'm a perfectionist.Please read and review this!! I think it's pretty good so far, tell me what you think? This first chapter is really short because it's the prologue and sets the scene. I promise that next chapters will be much longer and better! If no one likes it, I won't continue it, but we'll see!
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Lily Evans was perched on a log next to the lake, her melancholy face the image of misery. But she had nothing to be miserable about. After all, most people would love being the center of attention--and to have a good-looking stalker that threw himself at her whenever she walked into a room? Most girls would die for it. 'But ANYONE can have it,' a miserable Lily lamented, 'take it away--just take HIM away, and I will never complain again!
The HIM was a certain James Potter. From the second he had seen her on the Hogwarts Express, he had been desperately in love with her. 'No, not even in love. Just in love with the idea of being in love with me. And c'mon. After five years of this.' A tear trailing down her cheek, she remembered.
***
Sirius smiled at the group of girls surrounding him. "Now, girls, you see, in a few seconds, you will hear a certain Lily Evans say something along these lines, 'Get off me, you great maggot! And never ask me out again!'" Sirius mimicked in a high falsetto. "Here it comes, three, two, one."
A loud feminine screech sounded from across the Gryffindor Common Room, accompanied by a large crash that was an attractive Gryffindor Chaser crashing into a bookshelf. "Get off me, you slimy prat! And never ask me out again!"
Across the room, Sirius took a bow to a round of cheers. "Thank you, thank you. I see I got it partially wrong. I forgot. I thought that this week was 'great maggot'. Must remember next time."
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And so started every morning. Every morning, James Potter would wait for Lily Evans at the bottom of the stairs. And every morning, he would grab her in a hug, and ask her out. And every morning, she would scream the same thing. And every afternoon for the past three years at least, Lily Evans would come out to cry by the lake. And every evening James Potter never noticed her tear-stained face.
So Lily Evans was miserable.
And if you know how to get italics to show up, please tell me! I tried, but I don't think it will work!
Just click the little blue box.
chi*star