Chappie 2
James hated the game. Here he was, a responsible straight A virgin,
who admitingly had his fun, but within his morals. See, James was the
male equivalent of the school 'slut' in a way. Sure, he had gone out with
a lot of girls, looking for a drug to drown his unanswered love, no LUST he
assured himself. It was only lust. For Lily. He always went on one date and
then left, giving him the appearance of a player and one-night stander. The girls
always came and when he resisted their advances, they went back to their dorms
embarrassed. They would make up stories about their relationships with him to cover
it up. God, they would think. People would think I was a real dog if James Potter
wouldn't sleep with me. So, he became known as the guy who slept around. An image
he wanted to break. He really did, but at the same time, the guys congratulated him
with every new date and the 'outcome'. He already had a miserable love life, why risk
his friendships also?
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James opened the door to his detention in anticipation of some entertainment.
Flugernoff had left them alone to do the papers. They quickly turned to the
juiciest essays. The ones on their biggest secret. Sirius quickly muttered the
identification spell that filter through fake handwriting. They ran through them,
agreeing not to look at each others'. Most of them were stupid until they came across
one near the end.
"Listen to this" Sirius yelled
"Rum and Pepsi are fine companions
For a man with all time and no friends
But for a father, I have to say
It's time for this to end"
"Damn!" James exclaimed. "Rum, that's like butterbeer right?"
Sirius turned pale. " Dude, it's your girlfriend's. This'll get you in all kinds of shit."
James looked. The name on the paper was none other than that fiery red head he would
be spending an entire break with.
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"Ok" Lily exclaimed. "It looks like we both have to put up with each other over
the break. So, here are my rules. No sex in here. I don't want to here you
screwing some girl from the other room. No parties and NO beer. Got me?"
"I have no friends that didn't go on holiday. I won't be having sex with anyone
here, unless she is the Headgirl. I gave up beer"
"Why?"
" It's bad for you"
" You read it, didn't you?" she asked looking down.
"Your secret? No. I didn't stop drinking because of your fath-" he stopped. He now
realized what he had said. You Idiot!!!! Now you've fucked things up.
He could see the tears in Lily's eyes. She didn't yell. She didn't glare. She just
sat there and cried. It was the worst torture in the world. "Lily, I didn't mean
to hurt you" he said, holding back a tear of his own "I would never do that"
" That's it isn't it Potter. Just You and those you directly care about. No one
else matters. No one else is worth your love, your kindness your discretion."
She said numbly. It was then that he realized. She was right. Here he sat. Sad
that she had found out about the essay. Sad that she was not impressed by when
she picked on her attackers and critics. He should have been upset with himself
the whole time. For reading the essays. For doing the pranks. He was no better
than Snape. Hurting others for his own good? No better than Voldermort.
He knew what he had to do. He was already planning his trip to the muggle world.
If he couldn't woo her, he would help her.
I KNOW it's short, but I thought I needed some more reviews. Here is my bargain.
When I get 6 reviews I'll put up 3. Can you do that for me? I know you can.
I trust you guys :)
If we all die to live again, why aren't funerals more like birthdays?
James hated the game. Here he was, a responsible straight A virgin,
who admitingly had his fun, but within his morals. See, James was the
male equivalent of the school 'slut' in a way. Sure, he had gone out with
a lot of girls, looking for a drug to drown his unanswered love, no LUST he
assured himself. It was only lust. For Lily. He always went on one date and
then left, giving him the appearance of a player and one-night stander. The girls
always came and when he resisted their advances, they went back to their dorms
embarrassed. They would make up stories about their relationships with him to cover
it up. God, they would think. People would think I was a real dog if James Potter
wouldn't sleep with me. So, he became known as the guy who slept around. An image
he wanted to break. He really did, but at the same time, the guys congratulated him
with every new date and the 'outcome'. He already had a miserable love life, why risk
his friendships also?
{*{*{^*^*^{*{*{*^*^*^*{*{*{*^*^*^*{*{*{^*^*^{*{*{*^*^*^*{*{*{*^*^*^*{*{*{^
James opened the door to his detention in anticipation of some entertainment.
Flugernoff had left them alone to do the papers. They quickly turned to the
juiciest essays. The ones on their biggest secret. Sirius quickly muttered the
identification spell that filter through fake handwriting. They ran through them,
agreeing not to look at each others'. Most of them were stupid until they came across
one near the end.
"Listen to this" Sirius yelled
"Rum and Pepsi are fine companions
For a man with all time and no friends
But for a father, I have to say
It's time for this to end"
"Damn!" James exclaimed. "Rum, that's like butterbeer right?"
Sirius turned pale. " Dude, it's your girlfriend's. This'll get you in all kinds of shit."
James looked. The name on the paper was none other than that fiery red head he would
be spending an entire break with.
{*{*{^*^*^{*{*{*^*^*^*{*{*{*^*^*^*{*{*{^*^*^{*{*{*^*^*^*{*{*{*^*^*^*{*{*{^
"Ok" Lily exclaimed. "It looks like we both have to put up with each other over
the break. So, here are my rules. No sex in here. I don't want to here you
screwing some girl from the other room. No parties and NO beer. Got me?"
"I have no friends that didn't go on holiday. I won't be having sex with anyone
here, unless she is the Headgirl. I gave up beer"
"Why?"
" It's bad for you"
" You read it, didn't you?" she asked looking down.
"Your secret? No. I didn't stop drinking because of your fath-" he stopped. He now
realized what he had said. You Idiot!!!! Now you've fucked things up.
He could see the tears in Lily's eyes. She didn't yell. She didn't glare. She just
sat there and cried. It was the worst torture in the world. "Lily, I didn't mean
to hurt you" he said, holding back a tear of his own "I would never do that"
" That's it isn't it Potter. Just You and those you directly care about. No one
else matters. No one else is worth your love, your kindness your discretion."
She said numbly. It was then that he realized. She was right. Here he sat. Sad
that she had found out about the essay. Sad that she was not impressed by when
she picked on her attackers and critics. He should have been upset with himself
the whole time. For reading the essays. For doing the pranks. He was no better
than Snape. Hurting others for his own good? No better than Voldermort.
He knew what he had to do. He was already planning his trip to the muggle world.
If he couldn't woo her, he would help her.
I KNOW it's short, but I thought I needed some more reviews. Here is my bargain.
When I get 6 reviews I'll put up 3. Can you do that for me? I know you can.
I trust you guys :)
If we all die to live again, why aren't funerals more like birthdays?