Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. But I do own... me. At least half of me cause this is Fanasy, not Laine. Yes... half. Does that make sense?
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Chapter 11
It was the summer of 1968. Lily was 14, almost 15. Petunia had graduated and was talking about moving in with Vernon. Their parents were already going over their retirement plan. It had been a busy year, so the Evans parents decided to take a vacation.
Lily fidgeted in her plane seat, asking the stewardess over and over again when they were landing. "For the last time, Miss, the time is 1:30!" the stewardess looked ready to strangle this aggravating British teen.
The young redhead swung her legs as far as she dared. An intimidating man was sleeping in the seat in front of hers. Lily couldn't wait to experience America. She wondered if it was true; crazy American girls, daring American boys, and the wonderful sense of freedom that she heard of.
Petunia sat with her parents with the look of a dying golden retriever. She did not want to leave Vernon. She didn't want to meet new people. She didn't want to see the bloody Statue of Liberty or visit some stupid canyon. It was a good thing that they would be staying in the United States for only a week.
"Hey, Petunia!" Lily tapped her older sister on the shoulder. Petunia glared at her with a detesting eye, "What?"
"Aren't you excited? We're going to see Elvis's concert! He's supposed to be really famous in America. I hear he is REALLY handsome," Lily gushed. "Did you know that Elvis's father was named Vernon? I bet that if you and Vernon had a kid together, he'd be as handsome as Elvis is!"
Petunia blushed, but did not answer her sister's comment. If Elvis's father was named Vernon, he couldn't be that bad. But Elvis was such a stupid name. She liked the name Dudley better. If she had a son, his name should be Dudley. Petunia began daydreaming about how her future son would be much more handsome, talented, and successful than this Elvis.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. We are about to land in New York."
A calm, female voice announced. Her tone sounded bored.
Lily cheered with pent-up enthusiasm. "Here I come, America!"
The Evans family stayed at the Golden Pen Hotel. Lily already spotted some nice-looking American lads. It was a shame she couldn't take them with her to Britain or Hogwarts. Maybe then James would leave her alone. She couldn't stand him. He was handsome, talented, and smart – Lily hated to admit this. A small part of her was attracted to him. But the way he strutted around Hogwarts like he owned it, how he always got away with stuff by his charm... Lily wanted to slap him.
A boy with wavy blonde hair took her bags. "Let me help you with these," he smiled at her and proceeded to Lily's room, with directions from her father. When Mr. Evans tried to tip the boy, he refused. "Meeting your daughter was my reward," the boy gave Lily a bow and left. Lily's mother giggled. "Be careful, Lily. I don't want you to running away with one of these American boys."
"Awww, Mom! You're ruining my fun." Lily complained.
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James: I knew Lily had always wanted me.
Sirius: You dog! (yes, it's a lame pun.)
Lily: Puh-lease. I had that American blonde boy wanting me.
James: Yeah.. well... American boys are animals. You need someone classy like me. :wink:
Lily: How did I fall in love with you in the first place?
Remus: Well, BloodyDice hasn't written how yet so we'll just have have to wait and see...
Bloodydice: Yeah! Your love life is at the power of my typing fingertips. Bwahaha!
James: Someone's power-hungry...
BloodyDice: Hey! I have plenty of power already to keep me well-fed!
Sirius: Did anyone get that?
James, Lily, and Remus: Yes.
Sirius: Oh... must just be me that's stupid then. :sigh: 100% stupid. ;;
BloodyDice: Now hold on! You're not 100% stupid! More like 99%...
Lily: Way to comfort him, BloodyDice.
BloodyDice: I'm a natural shrink :)
