About a Boy
By: xKonstantinEx
A/N: NOT based on the film!! LoL! The introduction will sum up the story pretty well…but don't be fooled by it Though it's not going to be a dark fic, it's not as lighthearted as this chapter sets it up to be. This fic will maybe be around 15 ish chapters…I'm actually not sure at all, but it's going to be lengthy. Rated PG-13 tentatively-it may change to R depending on how far I decide to take things…Hope you enjoy it though, and please PLEASE give me feed back!! Priscilla loves reviews
Chapter 1: Unexpected to Say the Least
This, like any other story about a boy, is a story full of drama, tears, heartache and pain. But, because it involves a boy, and because I'm a girl; it's also a story about desire, passion and, of course, love. It's a story that might make you cry and may make you laugh, but if anything, it is a story that you will most certainly remember. This is the story of a girl, much like yourself, and a boy, much like that boy over there who you've been lusting over for quite some time now, and how they, of all people, ended up together.
You see that boy over there? Yeah him…that guy, with the smile so beautiful it makes you forget how to breathe; with the voice so intoxicating that it makes you drunk with heat and causes your heart to race out of control; with eyes so hypnotic that your knees go weak and all coherent thought processes turn to mush at the mere memory of them simply glancing at you. Him.
I hate him.
I hate his cocky smile and the way he is always so full of himself. I hate the way his eyes crinkle whenever he smiles that infuriating smile and I hate the way they sparkle whenever he looks in my direction. I hate how his voice, especially when he sings, manages to make girls everywhere go glassy eyed and nuts with infatuation; and I above all hate how he always sings quietly when walking through the corridors just because he knows that hordes of girls swoon over his voice and him.
I especially hate that of all the boys in the school, he is the only one I ever think about, the only one I ever dream about, and the only one I seem to want in any way at all.
This is all his fault, I assure you.
Of all the people in the school, I had to fall for him. The guy everyone in my dormitory was obsessed with, the guy they all fawned over, the guy many of them had already gone out with. They all talked about how sweet he was, so gentlemanly and respectful. And of course, they talked about how ecstatic it was when he spoke sweet nothings to them with that utterly orgasmic voice of his. No one ever said anything about what a womanizer he was though, or what a pompous jackass he was when he wasn't looking for any favors. That asshole.
How I wished he would mine.
Sigh I guess you're wondering how in the name of Merlin I ever fell for someone who I loathed so deeply. To be frank, I'm not sure I know how I managed it myself. All I'm sure of is that no matter how absurd your mind thinks it is and no matter how crazy people think you are for it, your heart will never give up on what it wants-regardless of how much shit you have to endure to get it. It's got a life of it's own.
And for that, I am grateful.
My name is Lily Evans. And that guy over there, the one who is currently levitating a pitcher of pumpkin juice over the greasy head Severus Snape, is, supposedly, the love of my life. James Potter. That bastard.
About that: If you had told me a year ago, two years ago, heck even six years ago that I would have the hots for James Potter, I would have looked at you like you were insane, and then I would have proceeded to laugh in your face. Was he ever mean to me? Not necessarily. He just wasn't my type you know? He was always in the spotlight that one, pulling pranks with his dear Marauders, strutting around the halls of Hogwarts, always a show off and a lady's man for sure. I always preferred those best friend boys…you know, the guys you know like the back of your hand, the ones that you laugh with and share with. Of course, I can't really say I have much expertise when it comes to boys; I've only ever had one boyfriend and that was Joseph Chang (better known as Joey). He was, yes, a best friend boy; we'd met our first year, and went out in our fourth year, but realized we were much better off as just friends.
Why this preference? I guess it's because I've always been somewhat of a spaz…I have this inexplicable need to want things done according to my incredibly detailed plans (Love at first sight? No prior planning?! Impossible!), and can be very paranoid about letting people, especially boys, get close to me. Though I don't know if the latter can be attributed to my spaz-ish tendencies or just because I never had very high self-esteem, courtesy of my sister…
But we're not here to discuss my potential personality problems, and you don't need a psychoanalysis of my behavioral tendencies, so let's get back to the topic at hand.
I always had this fantasy that I'd meet someone who was perfect for me, someone I'd been friends with for a long time; the guy friend that all your other friends constantly tell you you're perfect for, but you just blush and shrug it off. We'd always have the best times together, and on one particular outing (we'd go on 'outings' not dates), he'd just so happen to grab my hand. Surprised, we'd look at each other for an intense moment as the stars sparkled above us in the navy blue night sky, and we'd share our first kiss; shy but expected and definitely anticipated. Then we'd continue walking, and he'd pick a flower out and tuck it behind my left ear, give me a quick kiss on the cheek, and then pull me into him, covering me with his thick coat as the chilly night air started to blow…it HAD to happen this way. It would be so perfect!
See told you I was somewhat a spaz…and an imaginative spaz at that. Ever since I can remember, I've always been dreaming up scenarios for my first kiss, my wedding, meeting my prince charming, etc. The only bad thing about that? Fairy tales never come true. And I had brainwashed myself into settling for no less than the perfect scenario-probably not the best thing to have done, huh?
Anyways, James was anything but the best friend boy of my dreams. Not only did we rarely ever speak to each other, but last year he had gone out with one of my closest friends…and let's just say that after she was done being his "flavor of the week", I had heard enough about James Potter's underlying motives and false sincerities to last me a lifetime. My friends, those who knew about my 'situation' anyway, thought I was insane, and that I was surely under some kind of love potion. How can I blame them? I thought the same things myself. I even checked out books on love potions, and what symptoms were seen in those who had been administered a love potion. That only proved that I was smitten with James by my own will.
And thus, my story begins. This is Lily Evans, your narrator for the duration of this tale, and without further ado, let me welcome you into my seventh year and share with you a story. A story about a girl and a boy-and about how they, of all people, ended up falling in love.
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