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**A/N** um.hi? I really don't kno what to write cuz everything else has been done by someone else. And I've got a bunch of stuff to do.yes, ur thinking-what in the world is she talking bout? It's the middle of summer!! Um.no..i have stuff to do. But I've managed to get soooooo bored and write HP fanfics cuz I haven't talked to my friend lately..and I dunno when her site's gonna be done..arrrrrrrggg.im tired. And I wanna go online!!!! And talk to my bf. That'd be good. *sigh* zzZZZzzzzzZZZzzzz. I really like A/N's, cuz then I can ramble on and on and on, whether u read it or not, it doesn't matter, I just like rambling.
::~:: Chappii 3 ::~::
Plopping down upon the velvet couch next to Sirius, James heaved a sigh, he was bored beyond imagination and all his prank ideas have leaked out of his brain during the prefects meeting. "This life, it sucks," James waved his arm to the main floor of the commonroom, indicating the number of giggling girls in tight jeans dancing to Britney Sphears (a/n dieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!) "It's so pointless, doesn't anyone else have anything better to do than be shallow and stupid?" James had once again sunk into a deep mood, it happens every now and then. Sirius, though understanding, couldn't help but gap at the girls, now going faster and faster, frolicking and prancing around the room. (a/n can u tell I really hate this kind of ppl?)
"Jamies boy, I really think you've hit rock bottom this time," Sirius muttered while sitting blanking by the main dancer, a brunette, Michelle. James, tired and sick of the scene before him, stalked upstairs, having to cross the group of dancers which grabbed at him and seemingly enjoyed his company. As he slowly weighed his feet up each step, Lily came down, dressed in a gray tank and light work-out pants, looking refreshed and ready to go somewhere, do something, just to get the energy out.
"Hey," her small voice quietly brushed pass him as she reached up and ruffled his hair.
"You going somewhere?" James hitched his thumbs into his pockets and slumped, looking like a hoodlum if he would just grease his hair.
"Maybe, you wanna come with me?"
"Yeah," his voice trailed as she dragged him down the stairs again, "Sure why not," Pushing their way out of the commonroom, they were barely noticed as most attention was on the dancers. Pulling a navy blue scrunchie, Lily pulled her wavy hair into a low ponytail as they walked rather quickly down the hallway. "Where are we going?" his curiosity getting the better of him.
"Kick-boxing," she looked as if her answer was rather obvious, James burrowed his brows, still confused at where they were going.
"Where are you going to find a place for that?" Lily didn't stop at the question but yet took another left, leading the way to a foreign passage, finally stopping at the door all the way down. She lightly pressed her finger upon the golden door knob and muttered something like "Hello," Then all of a sudden, eyeballs popped up on the door knob, along with a mouth, it greeted her back, and asked for a password. Lily all of a sudden turned scarlet, feeling his bewildered stare upon her, smiling just lightly, she said something again and the door swung open.
They stepped into a light filled room, mirrors along every wall, and all sorts of work-out equipments were scattered through out the room. A few people looked up and waved or exchanged salutation, most James recognized from the prefects meeting. "Wha-"
"It's a prefect privilege," Lily explained, "My friends told me," Oh was all James could say. Why wasn't he informed? Someone came their way.
"Oh, James, this is Johnny, my boyfriend," Lily said as he fitted his arm around her small shoulders, a radiant smile lit up on her face; James could only smile slightly and stick out his hand in acknowledgement. His smile didn't falter nor did it waver, not even the slightest twang of jealousy hit upon him, he truly was happy; like hell he was, it's called being-happy- for-your-friends and faking it. James rolled away as the glowing couple whispered between themselves, fascinated that there was a work-out room for the prefects, ah, now he could finally build up for the next quidditch match rather than simply sprinting or helping Hagrid. Maybe he should tell Sirius about this, it could come good in pranks, plus Lily's scrapbook and journal.one thing crossed his mind. blackmail.
Just then, Marcia slid towards him, her wheat golden tight-curls bounced behind her, and sky-blue eye shadow swept across her eyelids, giving the effect that she looked super healthy and fit. "Hi James," her sly voice called out, it was poisonous chocolate, sweet, perfect, yet it'd be like cheating death. Right now though, all James wanted was to land a date for Saturday, like always. It was his "Goal for the Week" Sometimes he dated the same girl for two weeks or three, but never more. It was a game he played, a sick sick mind game he played, he loves me, he loves me not.
"Hey Marcia," no, he'd never allow himself to forget their names, that'd make him seem even more shallow. "What's a pretty girl doing here like yourself?" Time to pull the ol' charm that girls find it irresistible. Thought despite his earlier thoughts, at the moment, he was James, sly, sneaky, smooth James. Funny, charming, laughing James. Popular, cool, good- kisser James. Girls usually swooned at that, but Marcia was different, Marcia was composed, sleek, and had that flirty hard edge to her eyes. Instead of her melting to a puddle at his feet, he melted, her eyes.they were of a tainted green, similar to Lily's eyes of a smoldering forest. Pulling her close, James saw no one except.her.no, not Marcia, not her, but Lily. Dear Lily, sweet Lily, his Lily. A brief shock went through him as he just reminded himself of his very recent thought, his Lily? It didn't matter anymore; James was too full of himself to think otherwise, it didn't matter because Lily was over there, over there, not over here. And besides, he had just gotten himself a date, a date for Saturday night. He felt nothing as Marcia's poisonous chocolate of lips slightly matched onto his, ok, so not 'nothing', maybe just a tinge of poison. He knew what she wanted, she wanted people to see, wanted people to talk about , to talk about "Potter's pick of the week" That's what she wanted, maybe she hoped that it would develop, like hell it would, he wouldn't let it. And besides, the gossip column would certain pick up something like he had cheated on her with so and so and she slapped him for such reasons. It didn't matter now, the poison entered his mouth fully as her soft lips parted and teased him lightly with her tongue. And instead of pulling away, James allowed himself to be infected with this virus, allowed himself to become what he was in the eye of the public, a player, a sexy player at that.
::~:: Chappii 3::~::
**A/N** ahhhhhhhh!!! My fave song is on the radio!!! I kno u must have heard this tons of times. It's the calling, wherever u will go. Im sorry if it's ur song and I claimed it. Muhahahahahahahahaha. Don't even think about arguing with me!! It's my song!! No anjela, it's my song!!! u can have Adrienne, besides, u get alex band. =P o well, but he is a looker. ben..don't blow up..it's a joke..and I didn't mean the last part either!! =|
**A/N** um.hi? I really don't kno what to write cuz everything else has been done by someone else. And I've got a bunch of stuff to do.yes, ur thinking-what in the world is she talking bout? It's the middle of summer!! Um.no..i have stuff to do. But I've managed to get soooooo bored and write HP fanfics cuz I haven't talked to my friend lately..and I dunno when her site's gonna be done..arrrrrrrggg.im tired. And I wanna go online!!!! And talk to my bf. That'd be good. *sigh* zzZZZzzzzzZZZzzzz. I really like A/N's, cuz then I can ramble on and on and on, whether u read it or not, it doesn't matter, I just like rambling.
::~:: Chappii 3 ::~::
Plopping down upon the velvet couch next to Sirius, James heaved a sigh, he was bored beyond imagination and all his prank ideas have leaked out of his brain during the prefects meeting. "This life, it sucks," James waved his arm to the main floor of the commonroom, indicating the number of giggling girls in tight jeans dancing to Britney Sphears (a/n dieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!) "It's so pointless, doesn't anyone else have anything better to do than be shallow and stupid?" James had once again sunk into a deep mood, it happens every now and then. Sirius, though understanding, couldn't help but gap at the girls, now going faster and faster, frolicking and prancing around the room. (a/n can u tell I really hate this kind of ppl?)
"Jamies boy, I really think you've hit rock bottom this time," Sirius muttered while sitting blanking by the main dancer, a brunette, Michelle. James, tired and sick of the scene before him, stalked upstairs, having to cross the group of dancers which grabbed at him and seemingly enjoyed his company. As he slowly weighed his feet up each step, Lily came down, dressed in a gray tank and light work-out pants, looking refreshed and ready to go somewhere, do something, just to get the energy out.
"Hey," her small voice quietly brushed pass him as she reached up and ruffled his hair.
"You going somewhere?" James hitched his thumbs into his pockets and slumped, looking like a hoodlum if he would just grease his hair.
"Maybe, you wanna come with me?"
"Yeah," his voice trailed as she dragged him down the stairs again, "Sure why not," Pushing their way out of the commonroom, they were barely noticed as most attention was on the dancers. Pulling a navy blue scrunchie, Lily pulled her wavy hair into a low ponytail as they walked rather quickly down the hallway. "Where are we going?" his curiosity getting the better of him.
"Kick-boxing," she looked as if her answer was rather obvious, James burrowed his brows, still confused at where they were going.
"Where are you going to find a place for that?" Lily didn't stop at the question but yet took another left, leading the way to a foreign passage, finally stopping at the door all the way down. She lightly pressed her finger upon the golden door knob and muttered something like "Hello," Then all of a sudden, eyeballs popped up on the door knob, along with a mouth, it greeted her back, and asked for a password. Lily all of a sudden turned scarlet, feeling his bewildered stare upon her, smiling just lightly, she said something again and the door swung open.
They stepped into a light filled room, mirrors along every wall, and all sorts of work-out equipments were scattered through out the room. A few people looked up and waved or exchanged salutation, most James recognized from the prefects meeting. "Wha-"
"It's a prefect privilege," Lily explained, "My friends told me," Oh was all James could say. Why wasn't he informed? Someone came their way.
"Oh, James, this is Johnny, my boyfriend," Lily said as he fitted his arm around her small shoulders, a radiant smile lit up on her face; James could only smile slightly and stick out his hand in acknowledgement. His smile didn't falter nor did it waver, not even the slightest twang of jealousy hit upon him, he truly was happy; like hell he was, it's called being-happy- for-your-friends and faking it. James rolled away as the glowing couple whispered between themselves, fascinated that there was a work-out room for the prefects, ah, now he could finally build up for the next quidditch match rather than simply sprinting or helping Hagrid. Maybe he should tell Sirius about this, it could come good in pranks, plus Lily's scrapbook and journal.one thing crossed his mind. blackmail.
Just then, Marcia slid towards him, her wheat golden tight-curls bounced behind her, and sky-blue eye shadow swept across her eyelids, giving the effect that she looked super healthy and fit. "Hi James," her sly voice called out, it was poisonous chocolate, sweet, perfect, yet it'd be like cheating death. Right now though, all James wanted was to land a date for Saturday, like always. It was his "Goal for the Week" Sometimes he dated the same girl for two weeks or three, but never more. It was a game he played, a sick sick mind game he played, he loves me, he loves me not.
"Hey Marcia," no, he'd never allow himself to forget their names, that'd make him seem even more shallow. "What's a pretty girl doing here like yourself?" Time to pull the ol' charm that girls find it irresistible. Thought despite his earlier thoughts, at the moment, he was James, sly, sneaky, smooth James. Funny, charming, laughing James. Popular, cool, good- kisser James. Girls usually swooned at that, but Marcia was different, Marcia was composed, sleek, and had that flirty hard edge to her eyes. Instead of her melting to a puddle at his feet, he melted, her eyes.they were of a tainted green, similar to Lily's eyes of a smoldering forest. Pulling her close, James saw no one except.her.no, not Marcia, not her, but Lily. Dear Lily, sweet Lily, his Lily. A brief shock went through him as he just reminded himself of his very recent thought, his Lily? It didn't matter anymore; James was too full of himself to think otherwise, it didn't matter because Lily was over there, over there, not over here. And besides, he had just gotten himself a date, a date for Saturday night. He felt nothing as Marcia's poisonous chocolate of lips slightly matched onto his, ok, so not 'nothing', maybe just a tinge of poison. He knew what she wanted, she wanted people to see, wanted people to talk about , to talk about "Potter's pick of the week" That's what she wanted, maybe she hoped that it would develop, like hell it would, he wouldn't let it. And besides, the gossip column would certain pick up something like he had cheated on her with so and so and she slapped him for such reasons. It didn't matter now, the poison entered his mouth fully as her soft lips parted and teased him lightly with her tongue. And instead of pulling away, James allowed himself to be infected with this virus, allowed himself to become what he was in the eye of the public, a player, a sexy player at that.
::~:: Chappii 3::~::
**A/N** ahhhhhhhh!!! My fave song is on the radio!!! I kno u must have heard this tons of times. It's the calling, wherever u will go. Im sorry if it's ur song and I claimed it. Muhahahahahahahahaha. Don't even think about arguing with me!! It's my song!! No anjela, it's my song!!! u can have Adrienne, besides, u get alex band. =P o well, but he is a looker. ben..don't blow up..it's a joke..and I didn't mean the last part either!! =|