A/N – Damn, I keep forgetting to put the disclaimers. Well, anything you
recognize is the beloved J.K. Rowling's. Anything you don't recognize is
mine. HANDS OFF. Aha. Just kidding. But, seriously, it's copyrighted.
Hehee...
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'James? James... can you hear me?' Lily sounded so eager to hear his voice again.
'Yeah, I can hear you.' James said. Lily noticed he was blushing.
'Oh, thank goodness,' Lily said. 'I was so worried that something other than a fainting had happened.' She continued.
'No. I'm quite alright. Thanks for your concern.' James said.
Lily hesitated for a moment. She realized she had never answered his question.
'Yes,' she said silently aloud absentmindedly.
'What?'
'Oh, umm, I was, I just, uh...'
'Is something wrong?' James caring fully questioned.
'Oh, it's nothing, nothing at all.' She said this very nervously.
'All right then.'
Lily got to her feet and so did James. They decided they would go find their friends because, well, they both felt a little awkward, even though neither would admit it.
Lily had a bad case of butterflies. He was all she had ever thought about, you know, a healthy obsession. For the past years he had always teased her. He had always tickled her and held her hand and made her nervous when they sat next to each other in study hall, or any other class they had sat by each other. She had always wondered if it was him who really liked her or if it was the kind of guy he was. Always dating a different girl. She had always fantasized about being one of those girls. He was one of the most popular guys in the school, and definitely, in her opinion anyway, the most handsome there, too. So why had he just asked her, Lily Evans, out for a date? She was completely and utterly confused. She was just an average girl, and never thought of herself as pretty, maybe cute, but not enough to have a guy ask her out. She didn't care much about her looks at times, so she often buried her nose in her studies.
She was still in slight shock. However, the other half of her was wanting to jump up and down out of excitement.
James found Sirius and Remus, but Lily hadn't yet found Marianne. Probably snogging in some dusty old corner with some guy she had just met.
Marianne was kind of a, well, a slut. She hated to call her friend that, but it was true. She had always thought James and her would have made a nice couple because they both had always gone with different people all the time. Marianne's longest relationship was probably about two and a half weeks or so. Of course, Lily hadn't really ever had a boyfriend, so she thought this was better than nothing.
Lily spotted Marianne twirling her hair in front of a young looking guy, probably a fifth year. Lily, of course, thought this was incredibly rude since she was trying only to play the part of a tease.
Lily went up to Marianne and had a look of slight disgust on her face.
'What are you doing?' Lily questioned.
The fifth year before looked as though he knew he was about to score. However now he looked like he had just committed one of the three deadly curses and had gotten caught.
'I'm just, uh, talking to a friend.' Marianne said this as though she was lying.
She was.
Lily grabbed her around her upper arm and dragged her towards where no one could hear them.
'Marianne, he's too young for you. What year is he?'
'Oh, he doesn't go to our school, he goes to... that one French school... um...' she stuttered.
'Beauxbatons?' Lily guessed.
'Yes! Yes, that's the one.'
'So he's in a different school and what year did you say he was?' she questioned again.
'Oh, well, um, I think he said a fourth year? Yes, yes, that was it. He's a fourth year.'
'MARIANNE?' Lily said, loud enough for the whole bookshop to hear her angry voice and temper.
A nearby book with a Hungarian Horntail on the front of the cover breathed its very long range of fire breath in what sounded like anger.
Lily jumped back slightly. Marianne chuckled.
'Lily, it's only a damn picture.' She chuckled again.
Lily laughed at herself.
'You're right, let's go.' Lily said, signaling to Marianne that she would forget the whole thing.
Marianne was still laughing at Lily's caution for things. Lily was too risky all the time. She believed that was the reason she was afraid to be with James. But, maybe not.
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So, SO sorry for the short chapters. I'm really, REALLY trying. Please read and review. Oh, and if you already haven't, check out Blondemomo's stories. They are both fantastic. Ta ta for now.
Melly
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'James? James... can you hear me?' Lily sounded so eager to hear his voice again.
'Yeah, I can hear you.' James said. Lily noticed he was blushing.
'Oh, thank goodness,' Lily said. 'I was so worried that something other than a fainting had happened.' She continued.
'No. I'm quite alright. Thanks for your concern.' James said.
Lily hesitated for a moment. She realized she had never answered his question.
'Yes,' she said silently aloud absentmindedly.
'What?'
'Oh, umm, I was, I just, uh...'
'Is something wrong?' James caring fully questioned.
'Oh, it's nothing, nothing at all.' She said this very nervously.
'All right then.'
Lily got to her feet and so did James. They decided they would go find their friends because, well, they both felt a little awkward, even though neither would admit it.
Lily had a bad case of butterflies. He was all she had ever thought about, you know, a healthy obsession. For the past years he had always teased her. He had always tickled her and held her hand and made her nervous when they sat next to each other in study hall, or any other class they had sat by each other. She had always wondered if it was him who really liked her or if it was the kind of guy he was. Always dating a different girl. She had always fantasized about being one of those girls. He was one of the most popular guys in the school, and definitely, in her opinion anyway, the most handsome there, too. So why had he just asked her, Lily Evans, out for a date? She was completely and utterly confused. She was just an average girl, and never thought of herself as pretty, maybe cute, but not enough to have a guy ask her out. She didn't care much about her looks at times, so she often buried her nose in her studies.
She was still in slight shock. However, the other half of her was wanting to jump up and down out of excitement.
James found Sirius and Remus, but Lily hadn't yet found Marianne. Probably snogging in some dusty old corner with some guy she had just met.
Marianne was kind of a, well, a slut. She hated to call her friend that, but it was true. She had always thought James and her would have made a nice couple because they both had always gone with different people all the time. Marianne's longest relationship was probably about two and a half weeks or so. Of course, Lily hadn't really ever had a boyfriend, so she thought this was better than nothing.
Lily spotted Marianne twirling her hair in front of a young looking guy, probably a fifth year. Lily, of course, thought this was incredibly rude since she was trying only to play the part of a tease.
Lily went up to Marianne and had a look of slight disgust on her face.
'What are you doing?' Lily questioned.
The fifth year before looked as though he knew he was about to score. However now he looked like he had just committed one of the three deadly curses and had gotten caught.
'I'm just, uh, talking to a friend.' Marianne said this as though she was lying.
She was.
Lily grabbed her around her upper arm and dragged her towards where no one could hear them.
'Marianne, he's too young for you. What year is he?'
'Oh, he doesn't go to our school, he goes to... that one French school... um...' she stuttered.
'Beauxbatons?' Lily guessed.
'Yes! Yes, that's the one.'
'So he's in a different school and what year did you say he was?' she questioned again.
'Oh, well, um, I think he said a fourth year? Yes, yes, that was it. He's a fourth year.'
'MARIANNE?' Lily said, loud enough for the whole bookshop to hear her angry voice and temper.
A nearby book with a Hungarian Horntail on the front of the cover breathed its very long range of fire breath in what sounded like anger.
Lily jumped back slightly. Marianne chuckled.
'Lily, it's only a damn picture.' She chuckled again.
Lily laughed at herself.
'You're right, let's go.' Lily said, signaling to Marianne that she would forget the whole thing.
Marianne was still laughing at Lily's caution for things. Lily was too risky all the time. She believed that was the reason she was afraid to be with James. But, maybe not.
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So, SO sorry for the short chapters. I'm really, REALLY trying. Please read and review. Oh, and if you already haven't, check out Blondemomo's stories. They are both fantastic. Ta ta for now.
Melly