James Potter and I are two things that cannot be compared…kind of like apples and oranges.
Let's look at the similarities, shall we?
For the sake of this argument, I shall be the apple and James shall be the orange.
First of all, the orange brightly accents the fruit bowl while the apple sits to the side, slowly browning.
James Potter is in every girl's dreams. I, however, stay to the side. No boy shows any interest in me, and I'm slowly fading away.
Secondly, the orange is fairly uncommon. In a bowl of fruit, there is likely to be only one orange while there is almost always at least 2 apples.
James Potter is the only one of his kind. In the entire school of Hogwarts, it is impossible to find one like him. However, my personality can easily be duplicated. Therefore, I'm not as valuable.
Third, it is impossible for the orange to love the apple. They are different species. They do not belong together.
James can't love me. His jock-like attitude completely contradicts my super-studier-extraordinaire attitude. We would never fit together.
"Lily, are you there?"
Oh, just one second! James is calling me. "Yes, James?"
"I wanted to know if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me…you know, because it's Valentine's Day."
"Of course, James. Let me just get ready."
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Five minutes later
Sorry that took so long. I got involved in a very…erm…captivating snogging session. Before I leave, let me conclude…
Apples and oranges may be completely different things, but together…they make one heck of a fruit salad.
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(FYI: This is a continuing fic…James and Lily shall contradict very many clichés.)