"Lily?" James knew she was mad. He could see her hurt written across her beautiful green eyes. He knew she was hurt and she had every right to be, but he still held onto some kind of hope she still wanted him.
"Lily? Please! Talk to me!" Desperation crept into his voice. He needed her and she needed him. They belonged together.
"I don't want to talk James, okay? The talking is done. You did enough of it for both of us!"
She was upset, in the courner of her eyes he saw her on the verges of tears. He couldn't give up yet. She still he wanted his arms around her when she cried because he understood. The sun setting cast a gorgeus reflection on her eyes as he searched them for emotions. She didn't want him to leave. She wanted him to beg but James Potter didn't beg. He made one last attempt. "How was your day?" She looked up him, she considered him, she considered lying. He could see her thoughts swirling around but she wasn't ready to forgive him.
"I'm tired. Isn't that a good enough description? Do I need to tell you all about how late I was tossing and turning last night or how my eyes are closing by themselves and I'm half asleep before I wake up? I'm exhausted and I can't take you anymore. Make up your mind, get your shit together and then we can talk."
James didn't know what to say; he just stared at the beautiful girl who had been so important to him. Who made him feel alive and free and happy, he couldn't let that girl walk away... She closed her eyes and ran out. As she passed, the smell of cupcakes passed him. Her stuff was still littered along the floor of McGonagal's classroom. He knelt to pick it up but the disgusting Snape beat him.
James knew when to give up. He knew that he had to move on . He had a reputation. He turned away but Snape glared after him.
"Don't follow her." The ice cold tone didn't bother him half as much as the truth of the words.
Make up your mind.
What did he want? He wanted her. He wanted a dizzying buzz. He wanted to get out of here. He didn't want to chase her. He didn't want to see her. He didn't want to go to school with her. He just wanted her to come crying back. He wanted her to appoligize and do whatever he wanted to make it up to him.

It was her fucking stubborness that was making him fall in love. Watching her run away was making him fall in love. He couldn't lose this. He wanted to watch her make him fall in love again.

"What are you doing?" For some odd reason she was pulling her sweater back on.
"I'm...cold." She's lying he knew. They were in a 90 degree restaraunt and it was summer but he let go of her arm and she pulled it on. As his hand came away, he didn't know why but he glanced at it. It had a hint of blood from where he had been gripping her arm.
"Lily!" Panic filled her face and tears filled her eyes. It was a lot for him to discover on a first date.
"It isn't what you think." But he could see in her eyes he was exactly right, she was flawed. She was broken. He wanted to fix her.
"Lily. I care, stop doing it." He didn't say more. He didn't need to because he knew she'd listen. She had wanted him even then.

He walked out to the grounds: away from the castle, forget her, screw all the promises he made her, it didn't matter. The beautiful boy with the world at his feet walked away from his world. He lifted his feet and put them down until he reached the lake. Bored, he twirled his wand and thought some words he didn't care about. The water crackled and moved away to reveal a delicate bridge linned with seaweed. Dirty and beautiful, James danced along the bridge. His mind turned over plans and opinions on where to go. He finally decided on 'Moonlite.' As well as being one of the easiest places to ger high, Lily hadn't been there.
Across the lake, he starred at the sky. It was almost dark now, maybe the charms NEWT was starting.
He didn't know when Moonlite opened but he couldn't stay here any more. He twisted on his heel and disapperated into the warm May air.

Hot air of summer kissed his face as he scrambled out his window. Lily was outside; her beautiful hair streaming behind her. She was just...walking. In her hands she held her wand and something else too. An owl was on her shoulder. Silent as a shadow, James clambered down the tower and followed her quietly. More curiousity lead than anything else, that was the night he fell in love. She was pretty and she was intellegent and she was like no other girl.

He landed on his knees in the middle of Paris. Beautiful girls filled the streets, holding up umbrellas and fussing with their hair. He waltzed his way along about 40 metres before he came to a small alleyway. Down the alley and to the left, James was at his little hole in the wall in record time. It was early and the bouncers weren't out yet, so James just slipped in. His eyes traced the room, it was empty and cold and lonely. His footsteps echoed across the floor as he walked over to the DJ's booth. He skimmed the list, it was all love songs, songs Lily hated, the kind of shit he liked.
Curious, he pushed open the door to the DJ's booth and sat down in the chair. Careful, so careful not to allow the magic to do any harm, he pushed play on the boombox.

She was spinning and singing along. He knew she wasn't but this was the closest he'd ever see her to drunk. Loud music played, her green dress flared out, her eyes were full of excitement and for once James saw his rebel style come out in her. She was beautiful.
He put on the first song for about a minute before he lost it. Screaming, crying, hitting things, everything was fucking wrong.
She should be here dancing to this song with him. She...no. He pulled open the drawer, not sure what he expected.
Inside lay heaven. White nail polish, just like the stuff on Lily's fingers, heaven. Bliss. Emptyness.

"Promise to stay clean?" She was scared and upset.
"yeah. I am." He swore. He touched her hand lightly. "You are the only drug I could need."

Dizzy. Bubbly. Happy. Free. Bliss. Why was he moping? There were girls to fuck, crap to drink, and shit to do!