Plan One
I woke up bright and early with a smile on my face, which really surprised me. I was so nervous I couldn't think straight. And I'm not talking your usual not-thinking-straight nervousness…I'm talking your OH MY GOD…OH MY GOD…OH MY GOD type of nervousness, so as you should see, I SHOULDN'T be smiling. I mean come on…what normal girl smiles at a time like this? What normal girl smiles in her sleep when this is happening?
I sighed and rolled over. I had a major headache…thanks to Black. I really need to kill him by poking my wand in his eye sometime soon. Really. I stood up on shaky legs, thank God it was a Sunday. I walked over to my clothes and got dressed. I looked in my mirror and was surprised. I looked…different…not your usual different…but I looked good different. My hair wasn't its usual gloppy mess…my face was more pretty than it had ever looked.
"Oh. My. God." I heard Alice practically scream. "Emma! Emma, get up! Emma, it worked!"
"Wha-?" Emma asked. She was having morning-I-don't-wanna-get-up-because-of-all-the-bloody-butterbeer syndrome. Alice sighed impatiently, she was somehow immune to that sort of stuff, I think God blessed her.
"Emma, get you skinny little arse outta bed at look at Lily!" She yelled. Emma listened…when she looked at me her eyes widened…she wiped her eyes…and then looked at me again.
"It worked…" she said real low.
"No, duh!" Alice squealed. "Jamesey doesn't stand a chance! But what to do with Jessica…she's always first to jump-"
"We won't think about that. And stop calling him Jamesey! It's James…get it? J-A-M-E-S!" I snapped. The last thing I wanted on my mind was Potter's ex going after me. She'd not only kill me for 'stealing' her boyfriend. Although how could it be stealing…he didn't even look at me yesterday when I walked by him in the Three Broomsticks (with his two mates might I add) and that worried not only me but his mates as well. Not to mention he hasn't been, well,…James. After the Halloween incident he still was joking sometimes…although his eyes weren't quite as sparkly. But now they were just…dead. Why though? He should be jumping off the floor happy and giddy. Asking me out…I thought with a sigh. I brought the conversation up with Alice and Emma. They looked at each other…and then to me.
"You really meant it?" They asked.
"Meant what?" I asked in a small voice.
"What you just said," Emma said. "That you are really worried for him…" I nodded my head. When I replayed having this conversation happening before all this I expected it'd be as hard as hell to do…but it felt easy…comforting to say that.
"Well…I think I was expecting this." Alice looked sheepish…her head was bent and her shoulders were risen just a fraction of an inch.
"How?" I asked.
"Well…when you said it…you said something. I know you didn't mean to…but you were trying to save your dumb arse, but something you said was a lie." Alice said. I nodded my head to tell her to go on. "You said he gave up on you…and you understood that you could never be together." She said simply.
"But Alice, he did move on." I told her.
"No he didn't," Emma said. "You were just so concentrating on not getting jealous when he was around with Jessica that you didn't notice…his eyes were dead before now…whenever he looked at you…he sort of…well looked like he was about to throw himself out of a window." I widened my eyes, and then I did something that raging hormones make you do…I cried. (Involuntarily of course…but what could I have done to stop them?) I cried real long and hard, and in the process I grabbed my hair in my hands and almost ripped it out.
"I-I'm s-s-so d-damn ST-TUPID!" I said. Emma and Alice quickly grabbed my hands making me let go of my hair,
"You are not stupid Lily Evans!" Emma said.
"You are the farthest thing from stupid!" Alice agreed, "you didn't know!"
"But I should have!" I sobbed. Emma and Alice sobbed and let go of my wrists.
"Lily I think-" Emma started, but I cut her off.
"No, Emma. I want to be alone," I told her and I got up. I walked out of the girl's seventh year dorm and ran down the stairs. It was so early the common room was empty. I ran out of the room and up to the one place I knew that Emma and Alice wouldn't be.
Walking by the door three times I thought, I need a place to be where no one can find me. I thought this three times. Opening the door I ran in blindly and threw myself on the couch of the small room.
"Bloody hell!" I heard someone say. He (the voice was obviously male) sounded really irritated…and familiar.
"James!" I practically screamed as I sat up to find him in the single arm chair.
"What are you doing here?" he asked standing up. He didn't sound any happier that it was me.
"I…I…" I didn't know what to say. That I was crying for something that I just now noticed I did days later? That I was sorry? For everything…? While I was still trying to figure out what to say, James stood up.
"Never mind I asked…apparently I don't need to be told." He stormed out of the room.
"James!" I called. "James I need to-!" but he walked out and slammed the door. Before he walked out I heard him say something. I wasn't paying attention to what it was. I plopped down on the couch and sobbed. Well, clearly, being more pretty hadn't helped.
I got up and opened the door, ready to go tell Black off, but when the door opened again he was already there.
"Lily," he started but stopped as soon as he saw my face.
"What happened?" Remus asked, his voice worried.
"Nothing…" I told them then I bogey hexed Black.
"What the hell?" he asked trying to get them off. Remus quickly muttered the counter curse and then looked back at me.
"I have to agree," he said, "what was that for?"
"For the bloody plan not working!" I said. I was crying again too.
"You're really that upset?" Sirius asked, disbelieving.
"I wouldn't be so upset, if it hadn't been for some reason that James looked at me with the purest. Glare. Of. Hate." I told him. He sighed and closed his eyes,
"James you're an idiot." I heard him whisper. Remus nodded with down-cast eyes.
"What now?" I asked. Sirius looked up at me, he had on a look of determination that could only be matched by that he got when he was playing quidditch.
"We come up with another plan." He said simply.
"What if it doesn't work?" I asked.
"Then we keep going until he sees what he refuses to see," Remus spoke up.
((OH MY!!! Those reviews were excellent…although I'd like more. I'm not gonna make a certain amount I have to get to until I update just so I don't end up getting yelled at. And I don't know if I could not write this for so long. And yes, I realize this chapter was longer than the other ones…four-and-a-half pages on Word. But I'm warning…you shouldn't get used to it…the only reason this one wasn't so long was so there was no cliffy…I like cliffies though. Haha. Anyways, MORE REVIEWS!!! PLEASE. If I don't get 15 reviews by DIFFERENT people by the next couple chapters…I might take a little break!! Haha…jkjk. But I really want some. Oh, also, PLOT IDEAS!!!))
