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Disclaimer: I didn't write this story, my little friend, Chicken Ben did. So sue him. Not me.
Chapter 2
"Bella! Bella Bella Bella!" Lily screamed happily as she jumped on the bed. Finally she leaned over and pulled up the shades.
Bella groaned and tried to pull a pillow over her face. "Lily. Come on. It's." She peeked over at the clock. "Its 6 o'fucking clock, Lily! I want to go to sleep!"
Lily frowned at her. "I have a date, Bells! I can't sleep!"
Bella sat up and pointed at the bathroom. "Go. Start getting ready."
Lily smiled at her. "Great idea! I knew you would help me out with this!" She left the room and Bella lay back down on the bed with a sigh.
"That's great, Lils."
Bella settled back down to go to sleep and was about to enter dreamland, when Lily came back into the room.
"Bella?" She questioned thoughtfully, indicating her hair. "Curly or straight? I mean, he has seen it curly, right? So straight would be logical. But curly looks better, doesn't it?"
Bella rolled her eyes and finally sat up. She rolled off the bed and muttered. "This is going to be a long day."
Sighing loudly, she got up to help her best friend. A very long day, she thought to herself.
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Her cheeks flushed from the nighttime heat, Lily walked onto Velton. Bella had been right. It had been an incredibly long day. First, she had to decide what to wear, how to do her hair, how to walk, how to talk, and according to Bella she almost asked if breathing was okay. Finally Bella had straightened her hair and picked out her clothes. Wearing jeans, a white tank top, a leather jacket and a leather belt, she felt perfectly dressed. Straightened her hair almost reached the middle of her back. She smiled to herself. Bella was a great friend. Especially for putting up with you, she thought with a laugh.
She walked down the street, keeping her eye out for the little café James had mentioned. Finally on the left, near the end of the street, she found it. It was called Café le Polle. Café the Chicken? She thought in surprise. Well, it did sound interesting. Shrugging, she entered.
James sat at a table near the front. He smiled and waved at her as she entered. "Hey! Lily!"
She smiled back at him and walked over. James quickly jumped up and pulled her chair out for her.
"Thank you," she said with some surprise. It wasn't often guys did that. But James did seem different.
James shrugged. "Sure. So you want anything? Coffee maybe?"
She nodded and smiled at him, trying to quench the butterflies in her stomach. "Coffee would be great. Have you ordered yet?"
He shook his head, no and motioned for a waitress to come over.
"Hi my name is Marie and I'll be your server today. What would you like to start with?" She asked with the typical smile of an overworked waitress who wanted a tip.
Lily smiled at her. She had worked at a restaurant the previous summer. It was an annoying job. She glanced over at James. 'Go ahead,' he mouthed with a smile.
"I'd like a small cappachino with hazelnut."
The waitress nodded. "And how about you, sir?"
"I'd like a mochachino Grande, thanks."
The waitress, Marie, nodded. "Alright. You're drinks will be out in a second."
She walked away and James turned his penetrating eyes onto Lily.
Her hair was straight now, he noticed. It looked pretty. But was there any way she wouldn't look pretty? Another part of his mind countered immediately. Probably not. She looked calmer today. He chided himself with a mental laugh. Wonder why? Maybe its cause she isn't dancing now.
Their drinks came almost immediately and after talking for a while, James asked her if she wanted to go on a walk. She nodded and they walked outside. After walking down a few streets, the conversation turned a bit uncomfortable.
"So," He winked at her. "Do you and your friend go to clubs a lot?"
Lily smiled fakely. Oh god. Questions. How are you supposed to say no without actually admitting that you have to use a fake ID? Hmm. Nice try, Lily. She thought sarcastically.
"Not really. I went to a boarding school. There weren't any clubs around, so I only started really going out when I got out of school." Boarding school? That worked nicely, she thought with happy astonishment.
"Really?" He raised his eyebrows. Maybe she was a witch. She could have gone to Beauxbatons or Durmstrang or possibly even Salem Academy. Jamie- boy, he could hear his mental Sirius laughing again. There are other boarding schools.
He finished. "I went to a boarding school as well. I'm actually going to teach at one next year."
Thank god he isn't a wizard! If he was, then for all I know he could mean Hogwarts. And me being his student would not make a good impression! She laughed. But that's not going to happen. "That's great!" She said with enthusiasm. "What class are you planning on teaching?"
He looked at the ground, almost as though studying it. Merlin, how do you explain Transfiguration to a muggle? "Well. I uh- was going to a class about-uh" Think James! He commanded himself. "Changing things into-uh-other things."
Lily nodded. Oh no. He sounded like a wizard. And 'changing things into other-uh-things' sounded a hell of a lot like transfiguration. But at least McGonagol, their current teacher wasn't planning on leaving. Lily had to grin at that, McGonagol? Leaving? That's a laugh. "So kinda a conversion class? Like other currency's into other currencies?" She nodded knowingly. "My old school had one like that."
He glanced at her carefully. Was that all she meant? Or was she implying more? "Yeah, that sounds about right!" He coughed and tried to change the subject. "So do you speak French?"
Lily smiled. Safe territory, her mind screamed! "Actually, yes." She laughed and continued in a French accent. "Café de Polle. Café the chicken."
He laughed with her. "Is that what it means? I didn't know that." He smiled down at her. Maybe she did attend Beauxbatons. "When did you learn French? Did they speak it at your school?"
She laughed. "I've spoken French all of my life. My mother lived in Paris when she was younger. I always go spend the summer with my aunt there."
James raised one eyebrow curiously. Lily laughed. "Sorry." She excused herself. "It just that you look like James Bond."
He wiggled his eyebrows in response. "Who's he?"
Lily grinned. "Oh just some mugg-" She paused horrified. "Some secret agent that movies are about."
He looked at her curiously; did she almost say Muggle? Yes! He thought with extreme happiness. She must go to Beauxbatons. It all made sense. "So why aren't you at your aunts now?"
"Oh, I'm still going. I'm leaving in a few weeks."
"Really?" He winked at her again. "I guess I'll just have to see you as often as possible then, huh?"
She blushed. "Yeah I guess so."
"So do you want to go somewhere tomorrow?"
A smile landed on her face. "I'd love to."
He laughed. "Good. Me too. So I'll see you tomorrow? How about the same club as last night?"
Lily smiled. "Great. Well, I better go now. Meet you there at 10, okay?" She winked. "Wouldn't want to keep that wrestler roommate of mine up!"
She kissed his cheek again and hurried off.
He slowly put a hand up to his cheek. He usually hated it when girls did that. But he honestly didn't think he could hate anything about Lily.
Lily unlocked the door quickly and ran into her living room, as she started to go up the steps, she heard a very unhappy voice from the darkness.
"And just what do you think you are doing, young lady?" Her father flicked the light on and glared at her. "Where were you?"
She looked around uncomfortably. "I-I was with Bella. We lost track of time at her sister's house. I guess. Am I that late?"
Her father shook his head. "Lily, I expected more from you. Petunia never stays out until late."
Lily wanted to roll her eyes, but she suppressed the urge. Of course she doesn't, perfect Petty doesn't do anything, does she? "I understand, Dad." She gave him a hug. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
Her father shook his head again. "No Lily. You are grounded this time. You can not go out with Arabella tomorrow. Or until I let you know otherwise."
Rebellious thoughts filled her mind, but she just shrugged. "Ok Dad." She walked up the stairs. As she reached her doorway, she heard him sigh loudly and walk into her parent's downstairs' bedroom.
Yeah right Dad. She peeked out her window and at the trellis that climbed the wall. An idea struck her. "I am going out with James and Bella tomorrow, Dad. Whether you like it or not." Lily slowly got ready for bed, carefully planning out her escape tomorrow, which would be necessary unless her parents relented.
James was too old for her, part of her mind yelled. You're playing with fire! Well fire is hot. The other side of her mind countered. Lily chuckled to herself. 'Whether he is fire or not, he was definitely hot.' She whispered as she fell asleep.
AN: Ok I'm not quite sure if this is turning out how I want it to, but stories do write themselves! Lol when you give them the time anyway. I don't know if Lily's character is being consistent. But oh well. I guess it'll work out just fine. Thanks to all of the reviewers, especially Slinkimalinki for being so happy! (
Disclaimer: I didn't write this story, my little friend, Chicken Ben did. So sue him. Not me.
Chapter 2
"Bella! Bella Bella Bella!" Lily screamed happily as she jumped on the bed. Finally she leaned over and pulled up the shades.
Bella groaned and tried to pull a pillow over her face. "Lily. Come on. It's." She peeked over at the clock. "Its 6 o'fucking clock, Lily! I want to go to sleep!"
Lily frowned at her. "I have a date, Bells! I can't sleep!"
Bella sat up and pointed at the bathroom. "Go. Start getting ready."
Lily smiled at her. "Great idea! I knew you would help me out with this!" She left the room and Bella lay back down on the bed with a sigh.
"That's great, Lils."
Bella settled back down to go to sleep and was about to enter dreamland, when Lily came back into the room.
"Bella?" She questioned thoughtfully, indicating her hair. "Curly or straight? I mean, he has seen it curly, right? So straight would be logical. But curly looks better, doesn't it?"
Bella rolled her eyes and finally sat up. She rolled off the bed and muttered. "This is going to be a long day."
Sighing loudly, she got up to help her best friend. A very long day, she thought to herself.
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Her cheeks flushed from the nighttime heat, Lily walked onto Velton. Bella had been right. It had been an incredibly long day. First, she had to decide what to wear, how to do her hair, how to walk, how to talk, and according to Bella she almost asked if breathing was okay. Finally Bella had straightened her hair and picked out her clothes. Wearing jeans, a white tank top, a leather jacket and a leather belt, she felt perfectly dressed. Straightened her hair almost reached the middle of her back. She smiled to herself. Bella was a great friend. Especially for putting up with you, she thought with a laugh.
She walked down the street, keeping her eye out for the little café James had mentioned. Finally on the left, near the end of the street, she found it. It was called Café le Polle. Café the Chicken? She thought in surprise. Well, it did sound interesting. Shrugging, she entered.
James sat at a table near the front. He smiled and waved at her as she entered. "Hey! Lily!"
She smiled back at him and walked over. James quickly jumped up and pulled her chair out for her.
"Thank you," she said with some surprise. It wasn't often guys did that. But James did seem different.
James shrugged. "Sure. So you want anything? Coffee maybe?"
She nodded and smiled at him, trying to quench the butterflies in her stomach. "Coffee would be great. Have you ordered yet?"
He shook his head, no and motioned for a waitress to come over.
"Hi my name is Marie and I'll be your server today. What would you like to start with?" She asked with the typical smile of an overworked waitress who wanted a tip.
Lily smiled at her. She had worked at a restaurant the previous summer. It was an annoying job. She glanced over at James. 'Go ahead,' he mouthed with a smile.
"I'd like a small cappachino with hazelnut."
The waitress nodded. "And how about you, sir?"
"I'd like a mochachino Grande, thanks."
The waitress, Marie, nodded. "Alright. You're drinks will be out in a second."
She walked away and James turned his penetrating eyes onto Lily.
Her hair was straight now, he noticed. It looked pretty. But was there any way she wouldn't look pretty? Another part of his mind countered immediately. Probably not. She looked calmer today. He chided himself with a mental laugh. Wonder why? Maybe its cause she isn't dancing now.
Their drinks came almost immediately and after talking for a while, James asked her if she wanted to go on a walk. She nodded and they walked outside. After walking down a few streets, the conversation turned a bit uncomfortable.
"So," He winked at her. "Do you and your friend go to clubs a lot?"
Lily smiled fakely. Oh god. Questions. How are you supposed to say no without actually admitting that you have to use a fake ID? Hmm. Nice try, Lily. She thought sarcastically.
"Not really. I went to a boarding school. There weren't any clubs around, so I only started really going out when I got out of school." Boarding school? That worked nicely, she thought with happy astonishment.
"Really?" He raised his eyebrows. Maybe she was a witch. She could have gone to Beauxbatons or Durmstrang or possibly even Salem Academy. Jamie- boy, he could hear his mental Sirius laughing again. There are other boarding schools.
He finished. "I went to a boarding school as well. I'm actually going to teach at one next year."
Thank god he isn't a wizard! If he was, then for all I know he could mean Hogwarts. And me being his student would not make a good impression! She laughed. But that's not going to happen. "That's great!" She said with enthusiasm. "What class are you planning on teaching?"
He looked at the ground, almost as though studying it. Merlin, how do you explain Transfiguration to a muggle? "Well. I uh- was going to a class about-uh" Think James! He commanded himself. "Changing things into-uh-other things."
Lily nodded. Oh no. He sounded like a wizard. And 'changing things into other-uh-things' sounded a hell of a lot like transfiguration. But at least McGonagol, their current teacher wasn't planning on leaving. Lily had to grin at that, McGonagol? Leaving? That's a laugh. "So kinda a conversion class? Like other currency's into other currencies?" She nodded knowingly. "My old school had one like that."
He glanced at her carefully. Was that all she meant? Or was she implying more? "Yeah, that sounds about right!" He coughed and tried to change the subject. "So do you speak French?"
Lily smiled. Safe territory, her mind screamed! "Actually, yes." She laughed and continued in a French accent. "Café de Polle. Café the chicken."
He laughed with her. "Is that what it means? I didn't know that." He smiled down at her. Maybe she did attend Beauxbatons. "When did you learn French? Did they speak it at your school?"
She laughed. "I've spoken French all of my life. My mother lived in Paris when she was younger. I always go spend the summer with my aunt there."
James raised one eyebrow curiously. Lily laughed. "Sorry." She excused herself. "It just that you look like James Bond."
He wiggled his eyebrows in response. "Who's he?"
Lily grinned. "Oh just some mugg-" She paused horrified. "Some secret agent that movies are about."
He looked at her curiously; did she almost say Muggle? Yes! He thought with extreme happiness. She must go to Beauxbatons. It all made sense. "So why aren't you at your aunts now?"
"Oh, I'm still going. I'm leaving in a few weeks."
"Really?" He winked at her again. "I guess I'll just have to see you as often as possible then, huh?"
She blushed. "Yeah I guess so."
"So do you want to go somewhere tomorrow?"
A smile landed on her face. "I'd love to."
He laughed. "Good. Me too. So I'll see you tomorrow? How about the same club as last night?"
Lily smiled. "Great. Well, I better go now. Meet you there at 10, okay?" She winked. "Wouldn't want to keep that wrestler roommate of mine up!"
She kissed his cheek again and hurried off.
He slowly put a hand up to his cheek. He usually hated it when girls did that. But he honestly didn't think he could hate anything about Lily.
Lily unlocked the door quickly and ran into her living room, as she started to go up the steps, she heard a very unhappy voice from the darkness.
"And just what do you think you are doing, young lady?" Her father flicked the light on and glared at her. "Where were you?"
She looked around uncomfortably. "I-I was with Bella. We lost track of time at her sister's house. I guess. Am I that late?"
Her father shook his head. "Lily, I expected more from you. Petunia never stays out until late."
Lily wanted to roll her eyes, but she suppressed the urge. Of course she doesn't, perfect Petty doesn't do anything, does she? "I understand, Dad." She gave him a hug. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
Her father shook his head again. "No Lily. You are grounded this time. You can not go out with Arabella tomorrow. Or until I let you know otherwise."
Rebellious thoughts filled her mind, but she just shrugged. "Ok Dad." She walked up the stairs. As she reached her doorway, she heard him sigh loudly and walk into her parent's downstairs' bedroom.
Yeah right Dad. She peeked out her window and at the trellis that climbed the wall. An idea struck her. "I am going out with James and Bella tomorrow, Dad. Whether you like it or not." Lily slowly got ready for bed, carefully planning out her escape tomorrow, which would be necessary unless her parents relented.
James was too old for her, part of her mind yelled. You're playing with fire! Well fire is hot. The other side of her mind countered. Lily chuckled to herself. 'Whether he is fire or not, he was definitely hot.' She whispered as she fell asleep.
AN: Ok I'm not quite sure if this is turning out how I want it to, but stories do write themselves! Lol when you give them the time anyway. I don't know if Lily's character is being consistent. But oh well. I guess it'll work out just fine. Thanks to all of the reviewers, especially Slinkimalinki for being so happy! (