"Lily what's wrong with you?" demanded Arabella. "You've been walking around like you're best friend died, which I might add is not true because I'm right here!"
"Nothing, Bella. It's nothing," Lily replied, forcing a smile onto her lips.
"Lily Isabel Evans, don't try to fool me. I'm not stupid you know and even if I was, any fool could see that that smile is more plastic than Michael Jackson. (A/N I don't know if he was alive then but I needed an example and it was either him or Pamela Anderson and I'd say he's older, is he? Anyway NO OFFENCE to any Michael Jackson fans!)
"You're right, Bella, I CAN'T fool you. See what happened is, well, I kissed James. Or well I should say he kissed me." Arabella stared at her.
"And?" she prompted.
"And that's it," Lily said, twiddling her thumbs.
"So?" Arabella said. "That's good, isn't it? I mean it's what you wanted. You like him and he obviously likes you. That's a good thing, you know? Yahoo, get the balloons. Let's celebrate?"
"But that's the thing Bella. It's not a good thing because he doesn't like me. It was a mistake."
"Did he say that?" Arabella asked, skeptically.
"Well no, not in those words," Lily admitted. "But he implied it."
"Don't talk rubbish Lily. Go find him and sort it out." Lily paled, visibly and shook her head, fiercely. "Lily you can't let it slip out between you're fingers."
"Oh, you can talk," Lily said, pacing the room. "Look at yourself and Sirius." She looked at Arabella who shrugged.
"That's different!"
"It's NOT. It's the exact same."
"It's different."
"How is it?"
"It just is, ok?"
"No I want to know what's so different about it?"
"Well I know that we'll make up . . . eventually but this thing with you and James could disappear without anything happening with it even if you both want it to."
"And what if you don't make up." Arabella shrugged.
"We will."
"But what . . ." A knock at the door interrupted Lily, who jumped at the sudden sound.
"Ten to one it's James," Arabella said, running for it.
"If it is him I don't want to talk to him," Lily said. But it wasn't James. It was Sirius. He stood bearing dozens of red roses transfigured (although the girls didn't know it) from blades of grass.
"I'm sorry we fought, Bella," he said, almost meekly. "It was stupid. Will you forgive me?" Arabella looked at him.
"Of course you silly fool," she said, hugging him. "See!" she mouthed to Lily, over his shoulder.
"And I also want to know, if you'll be my girlfriend. Officially like?" He grinned, irresistibly. Arabella grinned back and nodded. Even Lily, who felt all miserable, found their grins contagious and smiled, herself. "I'll see you later so, Bella," he said, kissing her before turning to leave. "Oh, by the way, Lily," he said, as he opened the door. "James likes you." And he was gone with a bang of the door.
"Nothing, Bella. It's nothing," Lily replied, forcing a smile onto her lips.
"Lily Isabel Evans, don't try to fool me. I'm not stupid you know and even if I was, any fool could see that that smile is more plastic than Michael Jackson. (A/N I don't know if he was alive then but I needed an example and it was either him or Pamela Anderson and I'd say he's older, is he? Anyway NO OFFENCE to any Michael Jackson fans!)
"You're right, Bella, I CAN'T fool you. See what happened is, well, I kissed James. Or well I should say he kissed me." Arabella stared at her.
"And?" she prompted.
"And that's it," Lily said, twiddling her thumbs.
"So?" Arabella said. "That's good, isn't it? I mean it's what you wanted. You like him and he obviously likes you. That's a good thing, you know? Yahoo, get the balloons. Let's celebrate?"
"But that's the thing Bella. It's not a good thing because he doesn't like me. It was a mistake."
"Did he say that?" Arabella asked, skeptically.
"Well no, not in those words," Lily admitted. "But he implied it."
"Don't talk rubbish Lily. Go find him and sort it out." Lily paled, visibly and shook her head, fiercely. "Lily you can't let it slip out between you're fingers."
"Oh, you can talk," Lily said, pacing the room. "Look at yourself and Sirius." She looked at Arabella who shrugged.
"That's different!"
"It's NOT. It's the exact same."
"It's different."
"How is it?"
"It just is, ok?"
"No I want to know what's so different about it?"
"Well I know that we'll make up . . . eventually but this thing with you and James could disappear without anything happening with it even if you both want it to."
"And what if you don't make up." Arabella shrugged.
"We will."
"But what . . ." A knock at the door interrupted Lily, who jumped at the sudden sound.
"Ten to one it's James," Arabella said, running for it.
"If it is him I don't want to talk to him," Lily said. But it wasn't James. It was Sirius. He stood bearing dozens of red roses transfigured (although the girls didn't know it) from blades of grass.
"I'm sorry we fought, Bella," he said, almost meekly. "It was stupid. Will you forgive me?" Arabella looked at him.
"Of course you silly fool," she said, hugging him. "See!" she mouthed to Lily, over his shoulder.
"And I also want to know, if you'll be my girlfriend. Officially like?" He grinned, irresistibly. Arabella grinned back and nodded. Even Lily, who felt all miserable, found their grins contagious and smiled, herself. "I'll see you later so, Bella," he said, kissing her before turning to leave. "Oh, by the way, Lily," he said, as he opened the door. "James likes you." And he was gone with a bang of the door.