A/N: Told ya! And I might have an idea for the next chapter already. I have to play with it a bit first. love ya! xx oh! and do you want me to rewrite this in James' point of view because I might. xx
Chapter Thirty-Eight
SPOV
It's the third week of April now and there is a Hogsmeade weekend coming up. I'm going with my friends since I'm sorta still mad at Justin. This leads me to the current situation...
"Let me out!" I yell pounding on the door.
"Never!" yells Fred.
You see, my friends decided they would lock James and I in a broom cupboard while they went to Hogsmeade. Jerks.
"We are leaving now!" calls Lou through the door. "Have a nice time!"
I groan as their footsteps fade away.
"I suppose pranking them was a bad idea," says James as I slide down the wall.
"Yeah," I lean against his shoulder. "It was funny though."
"True," he chuckles, probably picturing them covered in buckets of slim.
"How are we going to get out?" I ask. "They took our wands. Not to mention silenced the room before they left."
"I think we'll have to wait until they get back," he replies.
"Joy," I say sarcastically. "Being stuck in a room with nothing to do is my idea of spending a lovely Saturday."
"Technically we are stuck in a broom cupboard and do you know what people do in broom cupboards?" he asks wiggling his eyebrows.
"JAMES!" I smack the back of his head.
"I'm kidding I'm kidding!" he laughs. "Sooooo."
"Sooooo?" I ask.
"What do you want to talk about?" he asks. "We don't have our wands and the only things in here are cleaning supplies so that leaves talking."
"I dunno. Does it matter?" I ask. "How about we just take naps instead?"
"Serena come oooon!" he laughs. "Let's talk, I don't want to sleep!"
"Of course you don't." I roll my eyes.
"How about we..." He pauses. "Um. I dunno."
We sit for awhile just thinking. I move my head from James' shoulder to the wall behind me and close my eyes. "I wonder how much longer we're going to be in here."
"Who knows," he replies. I open my eyes and watch as James lies down and plops his head into my lap. I absentmindedly twirl a strand of his hair around my finger. "Hey Serena?" he asks.
"Hmm?" I answer looking down at him.
"How well do you think we know each other?"
I raise my eyebrows. "Pretty well I'd say. Why?"
"I was just wondering," he closes his eyes and I lean against the wall again.
"If I asked you my favourite colour, movie, book or team what answers would you give?" he asks.
I look back down at him and brush the hair out of his face. "I would say that your favourite colour is blue, movies are the original Star Wars trilogy, you don't read and Puddlemere United." I say giving him a weird look.
"And I would say yours is purple, Spiderman, An Abundence of Katherine's, and Puddlemere United," he replies.
"And you'd be right." I tap his nose with my finger. "Do you believe me now?"
"Yes and no."
"James we know each other pretty well we are best friends."
"Yeah, but I didn't know you had had your first kiss until this school year," he points out.
I frown.
"You also never talk to me about Bones. Not that I want to know what goes on, but it would be nice to know you don't tell me because you know I don't want to know about what you get up to and not because you don't trust me." He takes a deep breath. "You never talk to me about how you feel. Well, I mean, you do, but it's never about who you like or anything. I tell you these things. I always tell you what's wrong when you ask and I tell you about the girls I like and come to you for advice. You don't always do that. You talk to me about what's wrong sometimes. You didn't tell me you liked Justin until Kat and Mandi asked if you kissed him. You don't come to me for advice unless it's quidditch. Did it ever occur to you that I want to help you when something's wrong and that I'm not only capable about giving advice about quidditch? I'm not an idiot Serena, I just wish you talked to me more."
By now he's sitting across from me, but looking at his lap.
I bite my lip. "Okay."
He looks up. "Okay what?"
"Okay, I'll talk to you more," I answer. "I'll talk to you about Bones even though you don't want me to. I'll ask you for advice on things other than quidditch. I'll tell you when I like someone. I'll come to you when's something's wrong or when I need your help. Promise."
"Good." He nods.
"So the other day Justin and I found this really good broom cupboard and-" I start, but James cuts me off with a yell.
"I sooooo do NOT want to know!" he covers his ears with his hands and shakes his head back and forth.
I laugh. "You said you wanted me to tell you!"
"About anything, but the physical stuff," he squeaks.
I laugh. "You are such a prude Jamie."
"No. I just do not want to hear about Justin groping you and you shoving your tongue down his throat," he shudders.
I laugh and shake my head. "Fine then! What do you want to hear?" I ask.
He sobers up immediately. "What were you two arguing about in the Entrance Hall?"
I bite my lip. "James I don't-"
"You promised," he pouts.
"Fine," I give a small smile. "He's a bit upset that I spend so much time with you and practically none with him," I say quietly.
"Oh," says James, scratching the back of his neck. "Well, bros before hoes right?"
I shake my head. "In this case," I laugh. "I think it's more like friends before boyfriends." I frown. "Although, 'bros before hoes' has a much better ring to it."
He laughs. "It definitely does," he pauses. "I think a better saying for this situation though is, 'relationships come and go, but friendships are forever.'"
I smile. "You're right." I sigh. "I'm gonna try to work on it though because he does have a small point and I really like him James."
"I know you do." He closes his eyes for a moment. "Shall we try the door again?"
"There's no harm I suppose."
James turns the knob. "Nothing," he sighs.
"I have an idea…" I say walking over to the shelves.
"On how to get out?" James asks hopefully.
"No, but it will keep us entertained until we can get out," I answer, grabbing a bucket, soap, and string. I fill the bucket with water and soap, then I tie the ends of the string together and make a circle for me and James. "Ready?" I ask.
"For what?"
"This!" I hold the string so it forms a square and then I dip it in the bucket. When I pull it back out soap is trapped in the square. I take a deep breath and blow. A bubble comes out and floats around. I watch James watching the bubble, his eyes light up and he immediately repeats what I did until there are two bubbles. I giggle.
We spend about an hour or two blowing bubbles until eventually we get tired.
James drops his string into the bucket and flop onto the floor. I do the same and rest my head on his stomach. He pushes my bangs out of my face. "Your hair is really long," he comments.
"I know. I need to cut it," I reply.
"No don't," he says. "I um I like it like this." He twirls a strand on his finger.
I close my eyes and sigh. "I'm tired. Can we take naps now Jamie?"
"Whatever you want," he answers.
I make myself comfortable and soon I'm asleep.