A Simple Mind
Summary: "Don't you know what I'd do for you?" James Potter loves Lillian Evans with all his heart…but his feelings aren't returned. Is there hope for a future that may never come?
Disclaimer: I own THIS story and the computer I type it on…JK Rowling is the genius I get my ideas from. I'm ashamed to say it. Go on, beat me!
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Author's note: SHIT! I'M REALLLLLLLLLLLY sorry about not writing this sooner. I had good reasons, really! First, I didn't write it cause I was a little busy. Then I was lazy. Then I went on a trip with my class to Washington D.C. We made fun of Canadians from Van Couver or something. No offense to all you Canadians out there. You all talk normally, but once you get in a real conversation, you get an accent.
EXAMPLE: In America, about is pronounced "A-bow-T"
The Canadians pronounced it "A-boo-T"
It was kind of funny, but they were cool. I feel sorta bad, cuz we actually passed them at breakfast and went:
"cough cough STAY ON UR SIDE cough cough" actually SAYING the cough part. Most of em were awesome tho.
Oh yes, did I mention that I made high school dance team? I'm still in eighth grade, but I'm gonna be on dance team when I get to ninth grade and stuff. I get to wear loads of cool outfits, do half-time shows at football/basketball games, pep rallies, parades…and everyone is realllly nice. I didn't think I would make it, cuz tryouts were so hard, but when I got the phone call from the instructor, I was a squealer:
"Congratulations on being one of the newest members on our dance team!"
"Really? OH MY GOSH! Thanks!"
Now that I think about it, I sounded kind of retarded, but OH FRIGGEN WELL. I've dreamt of being on dance team since like fourth or fifth grade. I lurve dancing.
Well, yeah. I hope that was all great enough info for you. My b-day was back in February…and it really sucked. I cried and everything. Reviews might help me feel better…even if it was a while ago.
Ok, if you all can forgive me (ESPECIALLY THE CANADIANS!) read on to the SIXTH chapter of A Simple Mind.
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James was frozen to the spot. He couldn't breathe. He could practically see the wheels turning at breakneck speed in Lily's brain.
"Lily, wait –I can explain –"
SLAP!
Lily had flung her hand back and a deafening sound rang off the walls. James' head was pounding, and he could feel a sensation of intense pain where Lily had smacked him on the cheek. He could tell it was probably beet-red now, and there would probably be a bruise there soon.
Her eyes flashed an angry green.
"JAMES POTTER! HOW DARE YOU?!" She screeched. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?!"
"Lily, hold on! I…I thought…"
"EXACTLY! YOU DIDN'T THINK! I'M SURPRISED YOU THINK AT ALL! YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IF I WANTED IT!"
"Now WAIT!" James roared, sucking up his nerve. "Who says you didn't want me to do it? Your words were, and I quote, 'You're not like that now, and now is all I have to go by'. Tell me what the meaning of THAT was!"
"Well…well-uh…" Lily spluttered. "I was out of sorts then! I wasn't in my right mind, you know?"
"Oh, I know all right. Always crying and whining; you got on everyone's nerves –"
SLAP!
Lily had lashed out her hand in fury and struck James on his other cheek. He could almost feel tears pierce his eyes as he reached up a gentle hand to stroke his stinging face.
"SHUT UP!" She screamed at him, causing him to wince. She stood up and was about to depart from the hospital wing when James called out to her.
"Lily…please…listen to me."
Lily suddenly screeched to a halt and slowly turning around, barely containing her rage.
"Don't call me Lily." She whispered in a deadly, shaking voice. She straightened her robes and strolled stiffly out of the infirmary.
Meanwhile, James was shocked. In about five minutes, he had gone from a sucky relationship with the prettiest girl he had ever laid eyes on to a wonderful, passionate relationship, and then back to an EXTREMELY sucky relationship once more. What happened?
Of course, he knew what had happened. Lily had hated him and lost her memory. Then, while suffering from memory loss, she had thought of him as a nice boy. Then she had somehow gotten a tad upset. The next part was obvious.
She got her memory back.
Kiss kiss, you're dead.
He frowned as a tutting noise was made.
"Do you need to stay a while longer dear? You look as if you've been stung by a bee."
James sighed as he allowed Madame Prenny to nurse his bruising face.
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"Lily! Are you sure? Its all back?" Lynette knocked on Lily's head to prove her point. Lily laughed and swatted her hand away.
"Yes, I'm sure. I remember everything. No blank spots, honest."
"THAT'S a relief." Paige said, dropping onto the floor of their dorm with a book. Lily suddenly made a furious growl in her throat, causing the relaxing girl to glance back up.
"And speaking of remembering everything…" She clenched her fists and told them of what had just transpired between her and James. The two friends listened quietly, raising an eyebrow at some parts, feeling utterly speechless at others. When she finished, Paige spoke up, looking nervous about what she was saying.
"Lily, listen…I know you must be upset…but James didn't do anything. I mean he did, but he…he didn't know…"
"What Paige is saying," Cut in Lynette, "is that you sort of…initiated it."
"Initiated it?" Lily said, fury rising once more. "How so?"
"Well…you've been kind of cozying up to him for a while now…"
"And he didn't know what to do, probably…you were sticking him with all that stuff…playing the helpless damsel and all…"
"But he kissed me." She said angrily. "First." She added, in a slight whisper.
"BUT you led James on." Lynette finished, crossing her arms. "And you're blaming him."
"You're taking his side?" Lily balled up her fists. How could they?
"We aren't!" Paige assured her. "You've just…you've got a hot temper, Lils. When it comes to James, that's all anyone ever sees."
"Try to control it more, Lily." Lynette said, climbing into bed because it was quite late. "I'm going to sleep." She shut her curtains swiftly.
"'Night." Paige said coldly, and climbed into her own bed, following Lynette's actions and shutting them sharply. Lily was left standing in the middle of the floor, very confused.
"Goodnight." She whispered, her voice making her seem like she was a small, scared, eleven-year-old again.
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Dear Diary,
Hello again. I had good news and not-so-good news. Which first? I'd give you the not-so-good news first so that I'd have something to cheer me up at the end, but I need the good news to go first so you can understand my predicament.
I got my memory back. Every single bit. God, I never thought I'd remember my family's names again. Anyway, by everything, I mean, EVERYTHING. Including why I suffered from amnesia in the first place. James Potter knocked me out with a pitcher at breakfast a few weeks ago. I forgave him in my delusional state, I think. Anyway, I acted like a total ass. I couldn't remember any spells, so I just sucked up to teachers. Then I stuck James with all the Head work…I felt bad about that (in my fucked up state) so I tried real hard and ended up sharing with him.
Then that JERK started acting strange. He kept getting snappy and cross with me at every single word. I dunno what his problem was. Anyways, I kicked him in his gonads by mistake, bruised my knee, and we went to the hospital wing. You DON'T want to know how all that happened. I told James about how upset I was…and then I think I must have gone insane, really. Because I started talking about how sweet he was and all…and whoever's' fault it was, we kissed.
Don't get me wrong, in my right mind, I would NEVER kiss a Potter. But he's…kind of good at it. Must be all the experience from those other girls. Figures.
But seriously, Diary. Even if I wasn't in my right mind…that kiss was indescribable. It was like we were melting together…it was passionate and…and…and sexy. God, I don't know what to say! I shouldn't feel this way about that horrible Potter loser! Besides, he's probably really angry now, just like me.
I did hit him pretty hard though…
Oh, who really cares? I'll get my mind off him by going to the Halloween Ball and scouting out the hotties…even though they'll all be masked.
Still…No use crying over spilt milk.
No use chasing someone who I chased away in the first place.
-Lily
P.S. Cherries ARE gross, I still HATE dogs, and James H. Potter is still HORRIBLE.
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"James?"
"Sirius…just leave him." Remus pleaded. "It looks like he had a rough night."
James could hardly comprehend the words that two of his three best friends were saying. His whole world was a mess. Though Madame Prenny was able to cure his wounds in a few seconds flat, his subconscious kept reminding him of the pain ripping across his face. He remembered Lily's kind, loving eyes turning angry and hard…for a fleeting second he had hoped, dreamed, even perhaps thought that Lily was giving him a chance. But he was wrong.
Lily was in denial; that was it! Maybe she had felt something too…but it wasn't likely. He doubted that if he had been in her situation that he would have acted any better.
This must be an emotional meltdown. He thought as he heard Sirius and Remus leave the room for breakfast. He burrowed into his pillow and held the covers over his head, trying to think of happy thoughts.
I'm ten years old again…ten years old and invincible.
He smiled a bit, remembering being ten years old and thinking himself King of the World. He quickly ran through all the events leading up to his acceptance to Hogwarts, the train ride where he had met Sirius and Remus…the boat he was in when he was introduced to Peter by Hagrid…and then there was Lily.
His smile drooped. He was so stupid when he was eleven. Always trying to be the best and the coolest. Maybe that was why Lily hated him. In fifth year she said it.
"You make me SICK."
But he hadn't stopped chasing her.
He would never stop chasing her.
Now why WAS that?
Suddenly James sat up in bed and threw open his curtains, eyes practically brimming with tears from the sudden exposure to the harsh sunlight. Suddenly the sun wasn't so bright…it was kind of nice.
And his bed felt really fluffy and comforting…and the view outside the window of the lake! Perfect day for Quidditch.
Suddenly the tears spilled over his eyes and he began to give tiny short laughs. He was crying out of joy.
He was joyful out of love.
"I love her." He said out loud, laughing some more. He suddenly lost control and let out a whoop of enthusiasm, jumping on his bed, hitting his head on the top of the canopy. He fell onto his pillow and laughed some more.
"I love her. I love her." He ran to the window to feel the sunny breeze and reached for his glasses to get an even better sight. When his glasses were on his nose, he sighed into the wind and inhaled a deep breath of autumn air.
I love being in love.
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I hope James didn't scare you there. Just trying to prove a point. Once again, Canadians are still REALLY cool. Don't hurt me or pinch me or spank me…on second thought go ahead and do that last one…heh heh, just kidding. Hope you enjoyed this chapter…Happy April Fools and crap even though its passed and I haven't fooled you guys…damn I wish we could still have Authors Notes as chapters cause then I would make you all think it was a chappie and April Fools you ALL. Yeah well…you know the drill. Review now!