So this is the first chapter of my little Lester fanfic. I was so sad because a lot of the fanfic's about him are him and other characters, especially boys...kinda odd. Any who I decided to write something about his unseen wife. It starts off with how he met her and stuff, it may even continue to present Primeval time. I'm going to try and stick some other characters we know in here too. By the way, I don't own Primeval, or England for that matter. But Waterlilly is my own creation. Enough of me though. On to the story!
She was perfect, well from what I saw. I didn't really understand what drew me to her, I was just attracted. Perhaps it was her curly blonde hair, or her bubbly personality. Whatever it was I liked it. Her name was Waterlily Marx, captain of the cheer leading team, which automatically meant she would never go out with me. I definitely was popular; it's hard not to be when you've been Head Boy (student body president as the Americans would call it) for 3 years in a row (it's been a long college career for me). I was a leader, a ruler, but I was also a nerd. I am not a techie, don't get the two confused. Books are my friends, computers are my enemies. However, that was the one glaring problem, the nerd factor. Cheerleaders didn't go out with nerds, no matter how popular they were. Girls like Lilly dated football stars (I'm talking about English football, not that American rubbish). Anyways, here I was, standing in the same science room as her, my heart pounding ferociously because we were completely alone.
I had talked to her a couple of times; it hadn't been over much, usually just homework related. She knew who I was, and I knew who she was, obviously. However, this would be much different; today I would finally have the courage to talk to her. I quietly walked over to her. She was sitting at a desk leaning over a textbook, her blonde curls cascading over her shoulder.
"Have you seen a science textbook in here?" I asked.
She jumped up "Oh, you frightened me." She said, voice quivering.
"I'm sorry." I said.
She waved her hand as if it was no problem. "Don't worry about it much. I'm just waiting for my science tutor to come. She's really late." She said.
She needed help with science; I was pretty good at science. "Well I'm decent at science. Perhaps I could be or assistance?" I informed her. "I mean if you'd rather wait for that tutor….." I trailed off.
"Ugh no, she's such a…well something I shouldn't say. I'd be happy to have your help." Waterlily smiled, her pretty green eyes shining.
"Well then Miss Marx."
"No, no don't call me that. What am I your teacher?" She said.
"Okay then, Waterlily."
She laughed. "Just call me Lilly."
I nodded "Lilly then. Let's get started. What's this, physics?"
I saw Lilly every Wednesday after that, and the more I saw her the more I liked her. I wanted to spend time more with her, but what was I to do? I certainly couldn't ask her out for a drink; we barely knew each other. Then one day I got the perfect opportunity.
"Lilly, since you're cheer leading captain, I was wondering if you could make some sort of routine for my campaign this summer." I asked her.
"I'd love to!" she said sweetly. "I'll get the girls together; they'd love to do something for you." She exclaimed. "You know that's such a great way to include the students, it will make your campaign so much stronger. You'll win for sure!" Lilly squealed.
I gave a small laugh. "Thank you, but I do have some real competition this year. Her name is Christine Johnson." I informed her. Last year I had beat Oliver Leek into the dust. But this year Christine Johnson, my arch nemesis, had stepped up to the podium. She always had it out for me, ever since we were kids.
"No way, I won't let that self-righteous, conniving woman beat you!" Lilly yelled.
I sat up in my chair. Lilly had never raised her voice like that before.
"Sorry about that. I just hate her so much. She was that tutor I had. There's no way I'll let her beat you." Lilly explained.
It felt good to have her on my side. "I could make some campaign posters!" she suddenly yelled, leaping out of her chair. "I'm a really good artist so I can totally paint you some! It will be original and so different from the printed stuff everyone always does. Come over to my flat and I can draw you up something." She exclaimed.
Her flat, that sure was sudden. I mean it wasn't common to invite your acquaintances to your flat. But then again, this was spontaneous Lilly we were talking about.
Lilly's flat wasn't anything like mine, just as I had expected it to be. It was decorated with swirls of color and flowery pictures. "So this is my art studio. I have some albums filled with designs. You can pick from there or you can get me to make you one of your own." She said, dumping her coat on the deacon's bench and heading into the kitchen. "You thirsty?" she called out.
"Yes I am actually very thirsty." I answered.
"Well we've got coffee, don't drink the stuff but I keep it around for the guests. We've also got soda, juice, milk. What's your poison?"
"I'll take a soda." I called, flipping through an album. She really was a good artist. She had drawn this really neat block lettering, sort of graffiti like, very cool.
"So, see anything you like?" she asked, handing me the cold can.
"Yes, I like this one." I said pointing to it.
"Figure's you'd like this one; it's a good one. You've got such good taste." She said scooping up the book and heading down the hall and turned into what I thought was her bedroom. She flopped down on her bed and I stood awkwardly in the doorway. She looked up and saw me standing there. "Come on, don't be shy. Sit down." She said and patted the spot beside her. I flushed up and had to resort to sitting on one of those beanbag chairs she had on her floor. I just couldn't bring myself to be in that close of a proximity to her.
"So have you thought of what colors you want?" she asked. I shook my head "These are just my thoughts so you don't have to go with this, but I was thinking purple and blue, or purple and green, teal maybe?" she suggested.
"Why purple?" I inquired. Lilly leaned back on her pillow "Well purple's sort of a royal and powerful color. James Peregrine Lester, sounds regal right? I think it would look great." She explained. She turned on her stomach and began to to hum as she sketched.
Now was the time, if I could compete with the likes of Christine in the dangerous world of politics, why couldn't I ask a girl to go out for a drink?
It seemed like I listened to her humming for hours until she sat up and said. "It's done." She showed me a small sketch. It said in sloping block letters Vote James Peregrine Lester. Vote for the king. "Nicely done." I congratulated. She smiled. "Anything to beat out Christine."
I fiddled with my jacket. "Perhaps we could discuss this campaign over a glass of sherry?" I said in a tone I hoped sounded confident. A small unsure smile flickered across Lilly's face. "Yes James, I would love to have a drink with you." She replied softly. The drink we had that night would be one of many, I didn't regret that decision.
This is my first fanfic, and yes, yes I know, this chapter is kind of short. But do not fret little kiddies; I have a lot more to come. Thank you for reading and review it if you wouldn't mind.
