Description: Lily has a few secrets. Doesn't everyone? Now, she's on a plane that is destined to kill her and ends up spilling her secrets out to a stranger. She hopes this man stays a stranger with all that he knows. What happens when he shows up all of a sudden? Will he mess up her life as she knows it?
Disclaimer: I own only the things you don't recognize. This story is based on a book called Can You Keep a Secret by Sophie Kinsella.
--- Chapter Two"Okay Lily dear, you have a safe flight. Call me when you arrive so I know you didn't die." Way to be blunt, Auntie.
"Will do, Auntie Jane." I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek before entering the airport. Even though I'm magic, Auntie Jane doesn't know that. She thinks that I'm some crazy high school student. That's why I'm taking the plane.
After I got my ticket, I went over to the bar to get water. The lady behind the bar smiled at me. I looked at my watch and saw that I had half an hour to kill.
"Where is the pay phone?" She pointed to the phone right next to the bar. I blushed.
"Oh, thanks."
Ring. Ring. "Hello?" I sighed.
"Hey Kay. It's me." She squealed.
"Are you home yet?"
"No, I'm actually getting ready for the ride."
"Oh. How was Ireland?" I almost started crying right there.
"Oh Kay, it was horrible! Petunia and Vernon were mean the whole time. They even were mean to Auntie Jane. Now, I wanted to say some rude things to her, but they couldn't even bite their tongues! They even shagged right next door to my room every night!" I could hear her stifling her giggles on the opposite end. The lady at the bar looked like she was biting back a grin.
"Don't laugh! Auntie couldn't hear all of the grunts and groans, but I could!" Now she started giggling hard. After a few minutes, she calmed down and apologized.
"I'm sorry. Please continue."
"Glad you found it amusing. Then, I had to eat half cooked meat that came from the grubbiest store known to man. I had to endure the same conversation every day because she has a small form of Alzheimer's. And if that isn't the worst of it, the neighborhood girls came around taunting me because they think I'm a lesbian." I was near tears right there.
"Oh sweetie, they're ugly girls anyway. No boy would want them. You're gorgeous and have the perfect boyfriend. Remember?" I smiled. Yes, I had Logan. He was the best.
"You're right."
"Of course I am. Now, your flight will go fine and when you get back, call me again, okay?" God, the flight. I hate airplanes. I hate flying. It scares me to death. I won't even ride the brooms at school.
"Sure. Ciao."
"Ciao."
I looked at my watch. Time for the Death Flight.
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"Your ticket, miss?" I gave the stewardess my ticket. "Oh, you're from the bar!"
It was the same woman that gave me my water. She was the one who overheard my conversation.
"Yeah, thanks for the water by the way." She smiled.
"Not your day, eh?"
"Try past few weeks." She looked at my ticket. Then she looked at me.
"How about an upgrade? We have a few seats in first class." I stared at her. I had a ticket for coach. First class was not known to my family.
"That would be wonderful. Can you do that?"
"If there are extra seats, sure. Just don't let it be widely known, okay?" I grinned and nodded.
She showed me to my seat. "Here you go, miss. Would you like some wine?"
"Yes, please." While the stewardess left to get me my wine, I looked over to see who was on the plane. Some old women, a tired middle aged man, a little boy and his nanny, and a dark haired man next to me. He was staring out the window with a bored expression on his face.
"Here you are. Can I get you anything else?"
"No thanks, this is fine." She winked and walked to the next passenger.
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I'm going to be fine. I'm not going to die. Remember Logan and all will be fine. Everything's alright. I will live to be Head Girl. I will.
I kept repeating this to myself as we took off. I had my eyes closed and was breathing hard. The man next to me sent me a weird look, but I didn't care. I was focusing on regulating my breathing to semi-normal.
Ow! Something sharp just hit my head. Bending down, I saw it was a little action figure. I turned to see the little boy crying as the doll rolled under a couple seats in front of me. His nanny was whispering for him to shut up.
"He's lost his doll. That's why he's crying." She looked at me.
"He'll be fine. He's like this all the time." The boy kept wailing.
"If he had his doll, maybe he'd stop."
"It won't matter." He kept on wailing. I stood up, forgetting my fears of heights, to get this boy his doll.
"It's stuck. Hold on." I laid myself down on the floor to grab at the doll. Ha! Got it!
"Here you go," I said in my best superhero voice. The boy smiled. I felt elated. I helped someone. Go me. Then the boy threw the doll back at me. My elatedness was ruined.
"Right." Blushing, I went back to my seat. I could hear the old ladies snickering and the tired man was happy because I think he saw up my skirt. The man I was sitting next to turned to me.
"I guess he didn't want it." I looked at him. I thought he was mocking me, but when I saw his face, he didn't look like he was. His eyes looked tired behind his glasses. He actually didn't look much older than myself.
"I guess not." I tried to look anywhere except at him because of my embarrassment. I could feel his eyes staring at me. I went to say something else to him when there was a jolt coming from the plane. I gripped the armrests. There was another.
"This is your captain speaking, the plane has hit some turbulence. We should be fine, just hold on." OH MY GOD, WE"RE GOING TO DIE!
I started breathing hard again. I couldn't calm down. I guess that I was whispering my little chant of "we're going to die", because the man next to me turned to me again.
"We're not going to die. We've just hit some turbulence." I glared at him.
"That's easy for you to say. You look like you've done everything! I'm seventeen! I haven't done anything. I'm only a kid!" I started panicking again.
"I haven't been skydiving or mountain climbing. I haven't seen Paris or been to that point where the Pacific and the Atlantic meet. I haven't even graduated from school yet! Now, I'm going to die." Merlin, I was going to die.
Then the weirdest thing happened. I started talking. I couldn't stop. Every secret I had. Everything I didn't want anyone to know. Everything that I would die of embarrassment over, I started spilling out to this stranger.
"...I've never really read the books for the books club at school. I only skim the backs of them and make up what it was about..."
"...Steve Daniels in the spare bedroom of my house when I was fourteen. It was really weird because my parents were downstairs and we didn't want to make noise..."
"...it was all arms and legs. Steve even bit my shoulder. I started to bleed..."
I didn't know what happened to me. Normally, I would've shut up, but I just kept going.
"...'Bridge over Troubled Waters', the floods start every time..."
"...Anita pisses me off, I put pumpkin juice in her flowers..."
"...broke her favorite tea cup..."
"...really 125 but Logan, my boyfriend, thinks that I'm 119..."
I wasn't even embarrassed. I didn't know why I kept telling him this stuff. Why does he need to know about my weight?
"....think he looks like Ken..."
"...G spot is. He keeps trying to find it...."
"...every way you could think of. Upside down, opposite directions, even looked at videos to help us try and find that damned spot. I didn't even feel anything..."
"...asked what it was like. I told him it felt like there were fireworks going off inside of me..."
Christ! My G spot! I told him about my G spot!
"...family hates me. They love Petunia..."
"....horse riding champ, swimming champ, stupid at school though..."
"...Tommy. He's not the same. I don't know what happened. One minute he was swimming happily, the next he was belly up..."
"...G string is two sizes too small and is digging up into my waist. I size four! Honestly! I'm a size six..."
Now he knows what size underwear I am. Shut up Lily!
"...had this lesbian dream about Kay. I'm not a lesbian but it makes me wonder..."
"...used to have this big crush on Remus..."
"...perfect date would start out with champagne..."
"...favorite food is barbecue chicken..."
"....hate jazz and classical music and Logan thinks I love it..."
"...hate crocheting and this younger girl at school keeps making hats and belts for me..."
"...detest this kid Snape who keeps asking me out..."
"...love sunrises and sunsets..."
"...and-"Someone tapped me on the shoulder.
"Miss? We've arrived." I looked shocked. I just spent the whole plane ride puring me heart out to a handsome stranger. I blushed darker than my hair.
"We're not going to die." He smiled.
"No. That option left us around your G spot." If possible, I blushed more.
"I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, we all panic."
"Why didn't you stop me?" He grinned.
"It wasn't possible. You were on a roll." He stopped smiling and looked at me. "Will you be alright to get home?"
"Yes."
"Okay, then, it was nice listening to you talk."
"Er...yeah. Ciao." I ran off the plane and grabbed my luggage faster than Superman ever could.
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"Lily, how is Auntie Jane?" My mum and dad we waiting for me when I arrived. We're in the car right now and they won't shut up about auntie.
"She's fine."
"Good. Now tomorrow you'll go get your supplies and then you leave for school. Got that?"
No, I mean, I only have a calendar in which I cross the days off until I leave this hell hole. "Yes, mum."
"Good darling. Now why don't you go to sleep when we get home. You must be tired." And embarrassed, don't forget that.
"Okay mum."
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