"It's funny; I don't remember letting her borrow my shirt. Maybe she's lying." Jillian mused while examining her nail. I shrugged.

"Or maybe you just forgot."

"Maybe."

I turned towards the blonde girl next to me, her snug white blouse hugging her every curve and her pleated black skirt resting just above mid-thigh. She looked like a prostitute. I stifled a laugh.

"Hey, there's James – I'll see you later Lily." Jillian raised a hand and waved it at me while she made her way over to the empty chair next to Potter. I waved back at her before I looked around the room for my own place to sit. When I spotted someone beckoning for me to come over, I felt my heart skip a beat.

My smile lit up as I walked towards the boy waiting for me, his tousled bronze hair swept charmingly to the side and a mischievous sort of glisten in his eyes.

"Lily." His voice was wonderful and great and I felt reminiscent as I remembered how brilliant my name always sounded on his tongue. "How was your day?" Before I could respond to the comment, he was out of his seat; his arms are around me and embracing me in a hug. I laughed into his shoulder while breathing in his musty, teenage boy smell of burning wood and expensive cologne. It felt so familiar, it was almost scary.

"I've been good, Rob." It felt so weird to say his name. It was almost…unnatural. I ignored the strangeness left in my body as I took a seat next to him in DADA class, pulling out my book and quill from my book bag.

I felt two pairs of eyes on me from the back corner of the room. I didn't need to look to know that it was James and Jillian, for this has happened every single time I conversed with the boy next to me. I ignored them. I was not going to think about them. Not now.

"That's good. I haven't been bad myself either. Quidditch has been interesting lately. Weiss was injured, so Potter's taken his spot as seeker and I'm filling in for him as chaser. He's been running us around like crazy lunatics, preparing for our upcoming scrimmage against Ravenclaw. I don't know why he's so hectic about it – it's not like it even counts anyway." I nodded, though I wasn't fully listening.

"He's probably just trying to look all man-like in front of his dearest Jillian." I gave my head a little nudge over my shoulder to point to them. "It's almost disgusting, the public affection they give each other." I didn't even bother to hide the resentment in my voice. This time, Rob was the one who nodded, though he looked a little anxious and a tad bit on edge.

"That's true; you know how we men are…" He reached for his tie and tugged it looser, his hand shaking a bit, but I merely shrugged as the professor began his lesson.

"Alright, students! Today, I was going to demonstrate the effects of certain misused spells on a small group of frogs I had collected, but someone seems to have released them during my lunch break…" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Macy smirk triumphantly, and I couldn't help but laugh into my hand. "…So for today, I'm going to give you a free period to do whatever you'd wish. You may be dismissed."

I heard Sirius bark out a cheer and Alice give a happy squeal before I booked it out of the room, Rob next to me and the other Gryffindors and Ravenclaws behind us.

"What luck, eh?" I gave a small smile to rob before lightly tugging on his shirt sleeve.

"Come on, let's go to the library – I want to finish some studying before I have detention tonight. You can test me on Flitwick's exam, yeah?" Rob rubbed the back of his neck coyly.

"Yeah, um, about that…I have to be somewhere. I apologize, Lily." He added quickly upon seeing my face fall. "I just made a prior commitment to someone." I nodded, my eyes shifting to the floor. I don't know why I'm so upset by this.

"Yeah, I totally get it. Completely fine, really."

"Hey." He caught my chin between his forefinger and thumb, and the feel of human flesh on my skin was so amiable and pleasant, I forgot to breathe. He angled my face upwards so that it faced his. "I'll be waiting for you in the common room tonight, alright? We can study then."

"Never mind that. I reckon I'll be too tired." I flash him my teeth and bat my eyes a few times. "Don't wait up."

"Of course I'm going to wait up. Catch you later, Lily." He let go of my chin, and I watched as his hand fell to his side before he walked away, his feet slapping noisily on the stone floors of the hallway.

I sighed and tucked my hair beneath my ear. Why did he always have to leave, and so early on into our plans?

"Well, Lily. I see you and Rob have become fairly closer." I spun around to see Jonathan standing behind me, a grin etched on his face and a book in his arms. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"It's the charms book Flitwick told you to read before the exam tomorrow. Figured you might be wanting it." He threw the book over to me, and I caught it with ease. My hand traced over the worn, thin cover, and the tremendous feel of a book under my fingers made them tingle in delight.

I'm such a nerd.

"You're honestly the most wonderful person in the world, have I ever told you that?" He laughed and put a hand on my shoulder to guide me forward.

"Only a few hundred times. Let's go to the Great Hall and get a start on dinner – I love being the first ones there, it always means the best food." He continued to push me with his hand, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"They always say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach…" I mused, eying him suspiciously. He smirked.

"The funny thing is, you're screwed, considering you can't cook." I shoved him, rather roughly, off my shoulder.

"You're mean."

"No, I'm refreshingly honest." He gave me a cheeky smile, and I rolled my eyes before wrenching open the doors of the great hall to walk in.

"I expect three things – silence, sparkling trophies, and both of you still alive. You may begin." McGonagall shut the door behind us, and nearly the second after she did, James threw himself on the ground and laid his head against the wall.

"I'm so beat. Quidditch sucks."

"So I've been told." He raised his eyebrow curiously at me, but I just began to polish the first thing I saw, which happened to be an academic record trophy for the graduating class of 1897. This was how detention always went – me polishing, him sleeping. And I didn't mind it that way. It was better when we didn't talk. It meant less opportunity for me to hear him rant about Jillian. God, it was sickening, how much they were always all over each other.

"From who?" I continued to rub the award until it began to sparkle. I put it down and moved onto the next one.

"None of your business."

"Oh, come on, Evans." The use of my surname caused, just like every other time I heard it come out of his mouth, a cold sting to spin in the pit of my stomach until I felt like throwing up. I was used to the feeling by now, though, so I just continued my work.

"I fancy a butterbeer."

"And I fancy you shutting your mouth."

"Is that what you say to Jillian? I heard she's a screamer." Before I could stop them, the words fell out of my mouth, and in a way harsher than intended. Silence reigned throughout the room, and I awkwardly continued to clean the trophies until I heard shuffling.

James stood up and fixed his trousers before checking the watch on his wrist. I heard him gasp and mutter a few curse words under his breath before running a hand through his hair.

"Hey, um, Evans?"

"Mhmm…"

He urgently looked to the door, then back at me. "I, uh, have to be somewhere. Like, now. Is there anyway you can finish this up without me?"

I sighed. Of course. Probably sneaking off to meet Jillian somewhere. I didn't even bother to hide the thickness of disapproval in my voice. "Go on."

He seemed to have sensed that I really, despite what I said, was not okay with it. And he, being James Potter, couldn't just leave it at that – he ruffled the back of his hair and quieted. I continued to polish. A few moments passed where we just stood there.

Awkward.

I glanced at him from underneath my dark, fiery hair, and noted how his face looked solemn and was scrunched up in thought – he seemed to be debating something.

"Ah, I can't believe I'm doing this…" He shook his head and looked up at me. "Lily, come on."

His voice was quiet and silky, feeling like velvet to my ears. I looked over at him, and he just raised his eyebrows, silently waiting for my response. He moved his eyebrows a lot.

It was kind of cute.

"What?" He grabbed his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at the trophies – in a flash, they glistened beautifully, the previous dust and grime on them disappearing.

My mouth fell open as I sputtered out illegible words in shock. "You can't just….McGonagall…kill us – you can't just – "

James rolled his eyes and grabbed my elbow, pulling me out of the room. "Listen, I get that you're a goodie-two-shoes – but this is something important I have to do." His voice suddenly turned serious. "You can't talk, and you definitely can't tell anyone about this. Think you can do that?"

I tried to tear my arm away from him. "Potter, we're going to get in so much trouble if McGonagall gets back before we do! And then we'll get more detentions, or even worse – suspension!"

He crept out of the room slowly, looking both ways, before yanking me, hard, out of the room after him. He began down the hall at a quicker pace, and I trudged after him, desperately trying to free my arm from his grasp. I clawed and scratched at it pathetically – his hold did not slacken.

How did I get myself into these situations?

"Potter, where are we goi-" He threw his hand over my mouth, causing a small squeal to erupt from it, and pulled me into a room, pushing me against the wall and pressing a finger to his lips to indicate not to talk. He cocked his head around the corner (I did the same), and as soon as we did, our eyes spotted Filch and Mrs. Norris turning the corner that we had just come down from.

We waited several minutes until they passed. The room was dark and smelt of old parchment. It took me a few moments to realize that this was the room James had kissed me in just over half a year ago. It felt like a decade ago.

"Come on." He whispered into my ear, and it was just then that I realized how close I was to him, with his chest pressed up against my back and his breath on the bottom of my neck. I shivered in pleasure.

He grabbed my elbow once more and led me out of the room and into the darkly lit hallway, pulling me behind him in a steady pace. His hand never left my arm – not that I minded. It was a curious feeling, being this close to him after so much loathing him and wanting him at the same time. I couldn't decipher whether or not I liked it.

"Where are we going, Potter?" He ignored me and continued to drag me down the hallway, and then down the next, and the next…

"Potter? Where are you taking me?" I could feel myself becoming more and more frustrated with each step. "Potter? Potter!" I finally snapped. "James!"

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around, his temple pulsing. "What?"

"Tell me where you are taking me." It was a statement, a command, rather than a request. He glared holes into my eyes, and I just glared back. Eventually, his eyes softened, and he let go of my elbow and rubbed the back of his neck. I felt suddenly cold.

"Remus told me you know about his, er…condition." I nodded. "And you don't care?"

"Of course not." I said quietly, my eyes drifting towards my feet. "He's one of my best friends. It doesn't matter to me what he is or isn't – he's still Remus."

James nodded, and after a second of silence, asked "Before I tell you where we're going, do you mind telling me how you found out?"

I shrugged. "I guess I don't mind." I looked up and studied his face for a moment – it was trained on my own. The intensity of his gaze made me blush, and I turned my head to the side and spoke to the wall rather than to him.

"One night in fifth year, when I was out late studying for Slughorn's exam the next day, I heard the four of you going somewhere. Of course, being me, I had to find out what you were doing; so, I followed you. When I saw you were going to the shrieking shack, I knew something big was up – so, I took careful mental notes of how you got past the whomping willow, and followed into the tunnel after you.

"That's when I heard it." I shuddered at the mere memory of it. "The worst sound to ever reach my ears – it was so sad and pathetic and frighting, it didn't even sound like a human had made it. But when I crept up to the very opening of tunnel and the shack, I saw Remus, curled up on the ground, looking like the saddest thing I had ever seen, slowly turning into a werewolf. I was so scared. I didn't know what to do. I felt frozen in my spot.

"Luckily, in my fright, Sirius saw me, and before Remus had transformed all the way, sprung to my side and pulled me back down the tunnel and up to the castle grounds again. If he hadn't been there, if he hadn't seen me…" I shook my head. "I don't want to think about what could've happened. I owe him my life."

James watched my face for a long time. I didn't turn to face him – I wasn't strong enough to face those hazel eyes of his. Finally, he murmured more to himself then to me, "So that's why you have a soft spot for him…"

I giggled quietly and rubbed my forearms. "I guess you could say so." I finally looked up at him. "So, will you tell me where we're going now?"

His eyes scanned over my face one last time before he started down the hallway again. I trailed after him. "Every night after the full moon, we Marauders go Thestral riding to ease some of the post-full-moon tension. I figured you could come if you wanted, since I felt like a prat just leaving you alone in detention like that."

I found my heart beat quickening – me, being included in a Marauders' tradition? I couldn't help but let my mind wander as I wondered if Jillian had ever been presented with this once in a lifetime opportunity like I had just been.

"You sure your friends will be okay with it?" I asked a little nervously.

James chuckled. "Evans, they like you more than they like my girlfriend – I'm sure none of them will mind." My heart swelled at the comment, and I had to remind my body to breathe, for my mind was moving too fast to subconsciously take care of it anymore.

We walked in silence for the rest of the time, though it was not a tense one – it was comfortable, to say the least. It was just the two of us. Just me and Potter. Just us. Just James and Lily. Our names went well together. Sounded well together. Why couldn't he see that?

When we hit the last hallway, James fidgeted with his shirt, and low and behold, pulled a cloak out from underneath it. I eyed him questioningly.

"Er…"

"Just get under it, Evans." I didn't bother to inquiry him. I walked towards him, and he threw the cloak over my shoulders and his own so we both were covered by the material. It was silky and thin, almost as light as air, and it took me a moment to realize what it was.

"Wait, is this an invisibility cloak?" I asked in an outraged voice. So that's how he always got away with everything!

He chortled and nodded. I tried to ignore the close proximity between us as his aroma drifted in and out through my nose, overwhelming my sense of smell with delight. "Not as dumb as she looks, folks."

"I beg your pardon?" He laughed and began to walk towards the front doors of the castle, quietly muttering a charm under his breath so they opened, and together, we squeezed through the doors and into the cold night. Instantly, my flushed skin cooled, and I sighed in content.

"Come on, we're heading to the forbidden forest." I gasped, and he quickly added, "Don't worry, we've done this so many times before – I know the forest like I know the back of my hand. We'll be fine."

I nodded.

When we reached the edge of the forest, he removed the cloak, and I breathed in the wonderful smell of the outdoors. "Come on." He made his way into a thicket of the forest, and I gulped and walked in after him.

"There you are, Prongs, we've only been waiting for you for…" Sirius looked past James and stared at me. I sheepishly grinned at him. "Well, seems like you brought a friend with you, then. Glad it's not Jillian."

"Told you, Evans."

Sirius smirked and flicked his dark hair out of his eyes before walking over to me and picking up my hand. "How nice of you to accompany us tonight, Lily darling." He lightly pecked my hand, and I giggled girly-like and stupidly. He was just too charming.

"It's my pleasure, Sirius dearest." He dropped my hand and turned towards James, who was laughing and rolling his eyes.

"Well, as much as I'm enjoying this," Peter said, impatiently crossing his arms over his chest, "I want to get to some Thestral riding, okay? Let's get going." Remus waved at me (I returned the motion) before he followed Peter further into the woods. Sirius ran to catch up to them, and I fell back from the group, James doing the same.

"Can you see Thestrals?" I asked him, looking up to meet his gaze. He nodded. I frowned. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." He said softly, blowing his messy, dark bangs out of his eyes. "In case you're wondering, it was my grandfather who passed away." He laughed, though it sounded a tad bitter. "He got me my first broom. Taught me how to play quidditch. And, he introduced me to Sirius. But, he was a retired auror, and couldn't just sit around with you-know-who rising to power. He had to go out and fight." His shoved his hands into his pockets. "I always admired him."

"I'm sorry." I repeated again without thinking. He laughed, and the sound of it caused the corner of my mouth to twitch upwards in a faint grin. "You don't listen very well, do you?"

I shook my head. "What about you? Can you see them?"

"Nope. This sounds real bad too, but I've always wanted to be able to." I muttered, kicking a small stick with my foot. James raised an eyebrow at me.

"Yeah, that does sound kind of bad. But even though you can't see them, it doesn't mean they aren't there." And the next thing I knew, he was grabbing me by my waist and hoisting me up into the air. I shrieked in surprise, and quickly became scared when my body came in contact with something invisible.

I was on a Thestral.

I blinked rapidly, not believing my eyes – it looked as though I were riding air. There was, seemingly, nothing under me – and yet, I felt the steady heartbeat of a living animal, felt the non-flesh of a Thestral, felt the movement of an existing thing. It was miraculous. I couldn't believe what was happening.

"Hey! Look!" I cried happily, wrapping my arms around what felt like the Thestral's neck. James watched me amusedly. "I'm on a Thestral! I'm riding a Thestral!"

He laughed. It was like music to my ears. "Good job. Think you can stay on it for longer than a minute?"

"Er…" Suddenly, it didn't seem like such a good idea to be riding an animal that I couldn't even see. "Well…I might be able to pull it off without getting any fatal injuries…"

James rolled his eyes before lifting himself into the air and hopping on the Thestral in front of me. "Come on, let's go for a ride. Hold on tight." Without a second thought, I found myself flying into the air, and I screamed in fear, my arms clamping around James' waist. The air whipped through my long, auburn hair, and the cold wind stung my skin – but as soon as I looked down and saw the glistening water of the Black Lake, the stars reflected in its surface, I forgot the small pain and found myself in awe at the beautiful sight below me.

I found my face snuggling into the warm fabric of James' uniform button down and inhaling the addicting scent I had come to know as him. The moment was perfect – rather, would have been perfect, if there weren't just one small detail in the way – Jillian.

James was taken. I couldn't do this. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. Not to Jillian, not to James, but most importantly, not to me. I couldn't keep torturing myself by allowing these emotions and feelings to keep resurfacing for him.

"James." My voice cracked as I blinked away tears. Why was I getting so worked up about this? He was just a boy. Just a boy.

"Are you okay, Lily?" The urgency in his voice made my chest swell in hope, but I just shook my head.

"I want to get down."

He was just a boy.

Without another word, we flew down towards the ground, and James hopped off the Thestral and extended his arm to me. I ignored the motion. Instead, I went to the opposite side and began to slide myself off the Thestral. Unfortunately, being Lily Evans, I was not the most coordinated person – and I toppled off the side of the animal.

"Whoa, careful there." James swooped to my side as I was about to hit the ground and grabbed put one hand on the small of my back, the other on the side thigh, and caught my fall. His hands on me felt tremendous – I wanted more. I want to feel him, touch him, breathe him. But I couldn't.

"S-Stop that." I swatted his arms away, and he shrunk back in confusion. I whipped my head around and began to make my way towards the castle.

"Hey, Evans, what's up?" I continued to walk towards the castle, dodging low branches and small shrubbery, ignoring James. "Evans? Hey!" he grabbed my forearm, and a rush of heat surged through me. I desperately tried to tear my arm from his grasp. Did he not know the effect he had on me?

"What's wrong?" He asked in a voice so gentle it made me want to melt into a puddle at his feet. I could listen to it all day. I could watch him all day. He was beautiful. He was perfect.

No, he was an arrogant, stupid, irritable git. He was just a boy.

"Lily." He pleaded, and his fingers tingled as they touched my skin, leaving wonderful sensations of enjoyment on my body.

He was just a boy.

"Don't, James." I begged. He scrunched up his eyebrows in confusion. Dammit, why did he have to be so cute?

"What did I do wrong?" And then, those five simple words, triggered something inside of me – I felt as those an explosive went off, a firework in my stomach, and suddenly I was yelling hysterically at him.

"What do you mean, "What did I do wrong"? You…broke my heart." I finished weakly, and my knees began to strain as I wished nothing less than to just crumple and break and fall to the ground in the pathetic heap of sadness that my emotions had become in the last month.

Instead of looking shocked or frightened by my words, he whispered, "I'm sorry."

I grew irritated. "No, you're not, James. This isn't fair. Not to me, not to Jillian. It's not right."

The corners of his mouth tugged downwards in a frown, and his right eyebrow twitched in annoyance. "Seems like you've moved on anyway – I see you and Rob. You like him, don't you?"

No.

"That's none of your business. Besides; it wouldn't have made a difference."

James closed some off the distance between us until he raised one of his hands to trace the jaw line of my face. "Yes, it would have made all the difference in the world." I nuzzled my head closer to it.

Oh no. I was falling into the cycle all over again. I had to get out.

"Lily…" his other hand crept to the small of my back, rubbing soothing circles in it as he pulled me closer. I inhaled his handsome scent and hummed in response, my senses going haywire in sheer contentment. It was too much. I felt like I was suffocating. Drowning. But I didn't want it to stop.

His nose bumped against mine, and I felt his breath on my face. It was intoxicating; addicting. It was like a drug. I need him. I needed more. I needed more, more, more. I needed James.

He was just a boy.

I felt my knees caving in, my mind freezing, my heart beating so fast and so hard it felt like it was going to burst at any moment. It hurt. But it was the best feeling in the world.

"Lily, I like you." He whispered in my ear, his lips ghosting over the skin there. A round of chills travelled up and down my spine, and my body ached and yearned for him. It was unnatural. "I like you so much, its terrifying." He said once more, and I felt him sigh onto my neck. My body screamed in bliss, but my mind screamed in terror. This could not be happening.

I took a step away from him. It required more willpower than I thought I possessed. He was so addicting.

His face dulled as I distanced myself from him. I sighed. "I'm not going to wait forever, James."

His face grew solemn. "I know."

We stared at each other. When I felt hot flames licking at the insides of my throat, burning them, and wet, steaming tears pushing at the back of my eyes, I finally lost it. I turned away sharply and broke out into a sprint. I didn't stop until I was at the enterance of my dorm room, and it was there when I realized, that he was not just a boy. This was not just a crush. This was something so much bigger than that.

"Come in, Ms. Evans." I coyly swung open the door to McGonagall's office, her face soberly staring at mine from behind her desk. My eyes scanned over the two chairs in front of her – one, which was occupied by James, and the other, which was meant for me. I gulped and sat down in the open one, being especially careful not to look at James. Especially not after the events of last night.

"I assume you both know why you're here?" I nodded grimly, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw James do the same. McGonagall cleared her throat and folded her arms on her desk.

"You two skipped detention last night." She stared at me, her dark eyes boring a hole into my head, which hung in shame. Her eyes then shifted to James. "I'm going to have to punish you." Yep, I knew it, goodbye Hogwarts, goodbye magic, goodbye, everyon- "unless, you can answer me one question."

My heart skipped a beat, and I looked up at her. "As much as I hate rumpus and tomfoolery, the one thing I hate more is when friendship is put at risk. When you two left, I was watching you from down the hallway – and you left together."

I nodded eagerly, looking up at her with hopeful eyes. "Even though skipping detention is completely frowned upon, I am willing to overlook it – if you two are friends again."

I blinked at her.

James cleared his throat. "Sorry, what?"

"Gryffindors are known for their bravery." She started, pushing back her chair to begin pacing in front of us. "And I believe it requires a great amount of bravery to apologize, not to an enemy, but to a friend. If you two have made dues and promise to be on better terms throughout the remainder of the school year, I will forget this little fiasco, and just give you one more double-detention, rather than a suspension. Understood?"

I nodded quickly, James mimicking the motion to the left of me. "Yes, ma'am." We chorused anxiously. She nodded.

"Very well. Now, out of my office, both of you." I jumped out of my seat and scurried to the door, wrenching it open and making my way out of it, James just behind me. Once the door was shut, he grabbed my hand in his own.

"Wait, Evans." Oh so, it was back to last names. Just like first year. Square one.

Square one.

We were back to square one.

Six years later, so many hardships, so many things endured, and for what? For it to be ripped apart in less than a month.

One person wasn't supposed to feel all these emotions as once. It didn't happen, and for a reason – it sucked.

It wasn't safe.

"Lily, can we just…start over?" The words caused a sear of pain and happiness to rush into me, and my heart plummeted to my stomach. I couldn't tell if this was a good thing or not. Should I feel relieved? Upset? It was too incomprehensible. I couldn't distinguish good feelings from bad feelings – the blood pounding in my ears and the small shake of my hands, but the want to just dance and sing in delight. It didn't make sense.

"I think…" I glanced up into his face. I saw it differently than I had once before. I saw a clean slate – something I've anticipated and awaited for since things changed at the dance. It took a single moment – a single action, a single touch – for things to change. I cannot tell if this is good or bad.

"…That sounds great."

"Friends?" There was a hint of hesitation and longing and desperation in his voice that didn't go by unheard, and all I wanted to do was tell him no, my heart is screaming no, yelling for my body to take a stand against the words that are about to come from my mouth, but before I could do anything, they tumbled out, pathetically and tenderly and so emotionally that they're barely above a whisper.

"Friends."

And then, the next seconds pass in a blur as he barely lifted his arms, opening them enough only for another smaller human being to fit in them, and then I'm wrapped in them, and he's breathing into my hair, and my arms are shaking and hugging him back, and my heart beat was so fast and loud and noisy I wondered if he could hear it, or feel it, or sense it. And then, the moment ended, and he was walking away from me, towards the awaiting Jillian, her hand outstretched, and he grabbed it and intertwined them, and I wanted to feel myself break – I wanted to feel myself crumble and collapse and fall to pieces, but I didn't. I couldn't. I felt nothing. I was numb.

It wasn't safe.

He wasn't safe.

He wasn't just a boy.

A/N damn, what a chapter. It focused completely on James and Lily – sorry, no further subplot continuations in this chapter!

For those of you who don't know, Thestrals are magical creatures that can only be seen by those who have seen death – emphasis on why James can, and Lily can't. Curious little animals, aren't they?

Musical inspiration – bloodstream – stateless. My favorite song right now. Its brilliant. Cant stop listening to it. also Safe - Britt Nicole. Both perfectly represent Lily's feelings in this.

Now, I know most of you are going to freak out when you read this chapter and be all like "WTF JAMES", but there's a reason behind his madness, I promise. Give it time.

Thank you to all who have reviewed in the past and continue to review! Not only do they make me exceedingly happy, but they give me a lot of feedback that can help improve my writing skills a lot – so, really, they are much appreciated!

Thank you to you all, again! Love you! :)

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