It's weird; being sixteen, I mean. When I was young, I didn't understand things about life- why it was the way it was. If there is one thing I've learned, it's that life isn't fair. It never has been, and never will be. We have to deal with what we're given; and sometimes, even though we might at first detest the thing we are given, in the end it might be the one thing we love the most.


"Evans, would you hurry up? If you walk any slower, we'll miss the train," James hollered from in front of me.

I know what you're going to ask: why on earth am I getting on the Hogwarts express so close to the end of the year? Well, that question has an answer, my friend. It's the one thing that terrifies me the most (you know besides for James's and Bailer's fan clubs): My Mother.

She wanted to rehearse. Yes, the wedding. She wanted to have a wedding rehearsal.

Personally, I'm glad. I needed to get out of school; people have been going crazy with the recent news of James' and my engagement. I mean, everywhere I go, it's non-stop glares; and now boys are trying to hit on me every chance they get- some nonsense about "stealing James' girl," which I find highly offensive- I am anything but.

Robbie- or Rob, as I like to call him, took it well. He understands what it's like to have a psycho mother. What is it with mothers these days? I mean, I'm not trying to bash them, they did give us life; but really, do they have to be trying to run them all the time?

Anyway, Sirius and I still have not found a way to stop this thing- it's getting out of control. Just last week I got a letter from a wedding planner asking me how I was planning to wear my hair. She thought if I left it down it might clash with her flower patterns. YES, she said that. I simply don't understand HOW that's possible; people these days. We've involved Bella and Rob, you know, extra support. Although, Sirius does not like Rob and likewise, but Remus refused to help. I think he's just scared of Mrs. Potter- though he denies it.

Surprisingly, there have been no more encounters with Bailer or James. Since his announcement two weeks ago, they have left me alone. When it was time for me and James to go home, he simply told me, there were no snide remarks or evil glares. He was completely emotionless.

I'm not complaining. I'm glad they've stopped. It would have been really hard to get on with my day if they were also bugging me. I mean, I have the WHOLE female population after me, even some of the boys. Yes, I know, weird. Sirius finds it simply hilarious.

Sirius is another thing I should probably talk about. He has become more my friend than James or Bailer. I do believe he resents Bailer for taking James away, and thinks it better to just stay away from them. So, he spends all of his time with Bella and me. Remus is a neutral friend- he transfers from group to group.

"EVANS, THE TRAIN IS LEAVING!" James yelled even louder this time.

"I'm coming- you insufferable idiot" I obviously whispered the last part.

"Sorry, what did you say?" Damn.

"Uh- nothing. I said I'm coming" I lied horribly.

"I'm pretty sure there was more, Evans. You're a terrible liar," he said with a smirk on his face. I think that's the closest he has ever come to smiling at me.

"Okay, let's find a compartment," I said. James gave me a weird look and continued walking with out me.

"No, I'll find a compartment and you find another one. I don't want to have to spend more time with you than I need to." Why that little jerk.

"Fine by me" I said walking to opposite direction.


"Evans- Evans! Are you okay?" James whispered from somewhere in the darkness.

I think the train broke down- one minute I'm asleep, the next, I'm on the floor being crushed by my luggage; and on that note, OUCH. My legs are in pain, as well as my head. What was I thinking, packing all that stuff? That's something to think about next time I go out. What if I would have died? The headline would have been hilarious.

'EVANS GIRL DIES, CRUSHED BY LUGGAGE' – My mother would die of embarrassment and would find a way to make me pay.

"Evans!" Oh right, James.

"Yes? I'm in here" I whispered frantically. It was suppose to be a yell, but I guess the fall made me dizzy. Suddenly, the compartment opened and James was standing there, eyes wide.

"Evans, what did you do to yourself? Come on, let's get you up and out of here," he said while making his way toward me. I could feel him remove the pressure from my leg and grab my hand.

"You've got to try to stand," he sounded like he was pleading. What is his problem? Seriously, I bumped my head; I'm not dying or anything.

"James, calm down. I'm fine. I just hit my head, and I think I broke my leg" I whispered. What was wrong with my voice? It sounded all slurred and drawn out.

He peered at me panicked- I couldn't tell, my eyes were closing- suddenly, I was just so tired.

"Lily, wake up. Come on- don't sleep," he then smacked me. Ouch.

"Potter, leave me alone. Where do you get off hitting me?" I tried to yell, but it came out sounding more strained then angry.

James snaked his arm underneath my legs and put one around my back and lifted me into a bridal position.

"PUT ME DOWN!" James looked at me for a moment, and then stumbled his way out of my compartment and into his.

"Okay Lily, I'm going to talk with the conductor. I need you to say awake. Can you do that?" He sounded like he was talking to a four year old; I'm sixteen for Christ's sake.

"Yes, I can. I'm not four, you know," I snapped.

He dashed out of the compartment, and I found myself laying down on the seat and drifting off.

So much for staying awake.

"LILY! LILY, WAKE UP!" I felt hands smacking me.

"mm'sleep" I mumbled. I heard someone sigh in relief; so I opened my eyes to find myself, once again, on the compartment floor with James lying beside me.

"I leave you alone for 10 minutes and you almost kill yourself," he seems really upset.

"I'm sorry. I'm just really tired" I whisper.

He had a wet napkin in his hand, and he started dabbing at my head with it. It hurt.

"What are you doing?" I asked wincing

"You're bleeding, Evans. I'm trying to stop it and, well, clean you up," he said seriously.

Did he just say blood? I look at him and feel queasy.

"James, I don't like blood," I said in a small voice.

"Just don't think about it"

"It's a little hard when it's coming from your head," I said frustrated.

"Let's play a game." Alright then, I 'm starting to think I'm not the only one who bumped their head.

"What?"

"Well, it's going to be a while 'til we get help. We're in the middle of nowhere, and the conductor had a heart attack. I sent out a signal for help, so it should take them maybe another hour. In the mean time, I'm bored; and Evans, you're all the entertainment I have."

"Okay, what do you want to play?" I asked. The fog in my head was still not clearing.

"Q&A- We will ask questions back and forth, any kind of questions. The rules are: you must answer and honestly and there is NO closing your eyes. Understand?"

"Yes, you start" I replied.

"What is your favorite colour?" James asked. He actually seemed to be interested in my answer.

"Orange," I said simply.

"Orange? Why orange?" He seemed a little shocked.

"Orange, because it's the colour of sunsets. They are my favorite you know" I answered while closing my eyes- maybe he won't notice it is dark.

"Evans, open your eyes!"

"Okay, okay!"

"Why do you hate me?" damn- I didn't mean to ask that!

"Hate you?" James asked. Could this boy be any more dense?

"Yes, hate me, despise me and make my life hell. I want to know why you like seeing me cry- all that wonderful stuff," I said somewhat bitterly.

James stopped dabbing my head and slowly dropped the napkin. He looked down before answering.

"Evans, I don't hate you. It's the complete opposite, actually," he replied quietly.

WHAT? He has got to be kidding me. I think this is another joke. Any minute now Bailer is going to come and jump out and laugh at how ridiculous that sounded, because it sounded completely ridiculous.

I think my lack of response made him go on.

"Lily, I don't hate you. Maybe at first I didn't like you, or didn't want to like you. Before you, my life was perfect. I thought I was in love with my amazing girlfriend, my friends all talked, and I was king. Then you came along all- all you, and everything was turned upside down. I couldn't think straight when you were around me, and it was so frustrating.

The only way I could talk to you without making a complete fool of myself was to yell at you. I thought that by pushing you away, this feeling you gave me would disappear, but it didn't. It's only stronger. When I saw that I hurt you, something inside me wanted to make it better. The day I kissed you, I tried to tell myself that it was a lapse in judgment; but it wasn't 'til later, when I saw how you avoided me, I realized that I did it because I wanted to. I wanted to kiss you…"

Then he stopped and looked at me in horror. I don't think he wanted to tell me all that.

I was shocked beyond belief. James Potter, THE James Potter, likes me. I confuse him. I wanted to hear more.

"Go on…" I said breathlessly. I peered at him through the darkness and I could tell he was looking directly at me. By this time, I had forgotten how to breathe- I had forgotten about Robert, My mother, everything.

"I- It's complicated, because I don't want to like you, but I do. There is something about you that catches my eye. The way you play with your hair, or talk to yourself when you think no one's looking. How you trip, even when there is nothing to trip over. Even when the whole school is against you, you take it- you don't hide. You're one of a kind Lily Evans. Bailer was right, you're-"

And there, ladies and gentlemen, is where I cut him off with a kiss.


There it is, yes I left it like that, and you'll have to wait till next time to see what happens.

Hope you like it.

Chrissstian.

ps. I want to thank Ivy for editing this story, with out her there would be tons of mistakes... everywhere.