* you're a gift from the angels

they made you in heaven

the girl that i dreamt about

since i was eleven *

-a thought true to you

"Happy Valentines' Day!"

"Potter."

"I didn't know what your favourite flowers were, so I got you lilies, just to be on the safe side, you know?"

"Potter."

"This would look lovely in your hair. I've always liked that hair, you know. Perhaps it's even as nice as mine, which, if I do say so myself, is a great achievement."

"What are you doing?"

"Am I not allowed to show affection to the apple of my eye on the day of love?"

"The apple of your- Potter, shove off!"

"Do not be childish, pretty Lily! We are sixteen, almost adults, and it's time that we began acting like them!"

"You're doing a fantastic job of that."

"Thank you. Take the flowers."

"I don't want the bloody flowers!"

"Take them! You're bruising my ego!"

"It deserves to be bruised; it's far too swollen anyway- did you just throw flowers at me?"

"No, I handed them to you with force and you didn't catch them."

"They could have taken my eye out!"

"Because flowers are very menacing. Look at those petals, clearly capable of murder."

"They are pretty pointy."

"Like your tongue."

"And you would know?"

"God, I wish! ...OW!"

"You deserved it."

"And all this because I gave you a bunch of flowers?"

"Bunch of flowers. Hah."

"I did! Look at them, on the floor, rejected. Look at their self esteem practically dribbling out of them, Evans. You are a heartless bully."

"And you are insane!"

"That goes without saying, pretty Lily."

"This isn't getting anywhere."

"It would have if you'd have taken the goddamn flowers!"

"I don't want the goddamn flowers, how many times do I have to say it before it gets drilled into your puny little mind? What the fuck would I do with a bunch of flowers? Do I look like the type of person to keep a vase at the ready on my bedside table? What am I supposed to do, slowly watch them wither and compare that to your love for me?"

"I don't know, but I can feel my love for you withering right now."

"Good, because maybe then you'd stop asking me out!"

"You love it."

"I do not!"

"Subconsciously, the attention keeps your self-confidence up."

"Hah!"

"You may scoff, but I am talented at psychoanalysis."

"Are you calling me psychotic?"

"I knew better than to bother you in the morning. I knew better."

"Then why did you even bother?"

"It's Valentines' Day, Evans! One must take risks for the sake of love!"

"I thought your love was withering."

"It bloomed once more."

"Oh, joy."

"So…how about going out with me?"