"So, are you guys done talking or wha--"
We broke away and looked up. Right at Peter. And James standing next to him.
I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. "This isn't what it looks like, Peter." Lame, lame, lame.
"It isn't? Oh. Okay, then. Well, I guess you could say it's over. See ya, Lily." He turned and went back up the stairs. James came down to us. I closed my eyes. The tears came back.
"Kyle..." I started. I couldn't say I wasn't happy breaking up with Peter. All that I could think of was the kiss.
"It's okay, Lily. Relax." This was James talking.
"No, James. It's not okay. And you want to know the truth? I--I think I'd rather not be Peter." I stopped crying and looked up at James and Kyle.
"I thought you liked him," they chorused, confused.
"I do--I did. But, I don't know." I really didn't. How exactly was I supposed to explain this to a bunch of guys? "You know how we tricked the girls at dinner? Me and you? That felt good." I was digging really deep into my soul. "And right now, when me and Kyle kissed, that felt good, too. Being with other guys? That feels good." Okay, I was thinking, where did this stuff come from? I never even thought about this before!
"It's okay to change your mind, Lily." James again. Where did he come in?
"I know. So it's completely over with Peter. Over. Done. Finished."
"You're single now."
"Yeah."
"So it's okay if he asks you out."
"Who, Peter?"
"No, him." He looked at Kyle.
"I guess so. Seeing as I already poured my heart out to him a few minutes ago."
"How did you guys know each other?"
Should I tell him truth? "I went to school with his younger brother. Ian. He, er, liked me. I spent parts of summers at his house."
"Ah. So, Kyle?" What was James, Hogwarts' own cupid?
"You want to?" Kyle. Oddly enough, I wasn't thick enough not to know what he was asking.
"Yeah. That'd be nice. But--but you're sure going out with a first year won't ruin your rep or anything?" It was a joke.
He laughed. "It'll be great, Lily."
I took his hand and looked over at James. He smiled at me and took my other hand. We walked upstairs to the common room.
We broke away and looked up. Right at Peter. And James standing next to him.
I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. "This isn't what it looks like, Peter." Lame, lame, lame.
"It isn't? Oh. Okay, then. Well, I guess you could say it's over. See ya, Lily." He turned and went back up the stairs. James came down to us. I closed my eyes. The tears came back.
"Kyle..." I started. I couldn't say I wasn't happy breaking up with Peter. All that I could think of was the kiss.
"It's okay, Lily. Relax." This was James talking.
"No, James. It's not okay. And you want to know the truth? I--I think I'd rather not be Peter." I stopped crying and looked up at James and Kyle.
"I thought you liked him," they chorused, confused.
"I do--I did. But, I don't know." I really didn't. How exactly was I supposed to explain this to a bunch of guys? "You know how we tricked the girls at dinner? Me and you? That felt good." I was digging really deep into my soul. "And right now, when me and Kyle kissed, that felt good, too. Being with other guys? That feels good." Okay, I was thinking, where did this stuff come from? I never even thought about this before!
"It's okay to change your mind, Lily." James again. Where did he come in?
"I know. So it's completely over with Peter. Over. Done. Finished."
"You're single now."
"Yeah."
"So it's okay if he asks you out."
"Who, Peter?"
"No, him." He looked at Kyle.
"I guess so. Seeing as I already poured my heart out to him a few minutes ago."
"How did you guys know each other?"
Should I tell him truth? "I went to school with his younger brother. Ian. He, er, liked me. I spent parts of summers at his house."
"Ah. So, Kyle?" What was James, Hogwarts' own cupid?
"You want to?" Kyle. Oddly enough, I wasn't thick enough not to know what he was asking.
"Yeah. That'd be nice. But--but you're sure going out with a first year won't ruin your rep or anything?" It was a joke.
He laughed. "It'll be great, Lily."
I took his hand and looked over at James. He smiled at me and took my other hand. We walked upstairs to the common room.
