On Random Notes of Parchment
By: VoldemortsIllegitimateChild
Chapter 6: Red Cheeks and Laughter
A/N: I was in a bad mood when I wrote this (though listening to Dashboard Confessional and the Alkaline Trio, which does cheer me up) and kept writing to get out my feelings.
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A few seconds later, Brandon's friend, Kyle came out. He said Brandon wanted to go out with me. I didn't answer at first. Then, I looked up at him…
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…and began to laugh hysterically. I did not find the situation funny in the least (more like mortifying), but the giggles burst out. I could feel them rising from my stomach, like a burp, but I was powerless to stop them. I could feel my cheeks turn red and Morgan and Maddie, flanking me on either side, laughing as well.
After a few minutes, the bell rang, and I had to get out of there as fast as I could. I had transfiguration next, and no desire to be late for it. But soon it was time for lunch. I debated staying in my dorms, knowing my faithful friends would bring me food, but that was a sign of weakness I didn't want to get out.
I forced a smile onto my face and walked into the Great Hall with all of my friends, even Hannah, Sam, and Elizabeth, who were waiting for me, it seemed. I was determined not to see Brandon. I kept my head turned away from him as I entered and was closely examining a button on my sleeve when I passed him.
I couldn't avoid him though, couldn't pretend I hadn't seen him when he slid onto the bench, right next to me. He sat so closely our thighs were touching. I could feel my face flaming.
"Lily," he said, making that one word the sexiest sentence I'd ever heard.
I managed to choke out a hello.
"I heard you have…a li'l crush on me?"
I nodded, properly embarrassed now.
"I hope you're not blushing. It's nothing to be shy about." He wasn't looking at me; instead, he was inspecting the apples, choosing the shiniest, and pocketing it.
"Well, I was having a small picnic on Saturday. Nothing big, just a few people. One at the moment. Two, if I can wrangle another guest. Are you interested?" He looked at me, then, grinning.
"Sure," I said, a bit more at ease now. "Who else is coming?"
"No one. I don't need anyone else." With that, he walked off, taking the apple from his pocket and chewing it as he left the Great Hall.
I stared after him. Woah.
The next three days were both the longest and the shortest I had ever experienced. I wanted Saturday to come so badly, yet I was afraid of it. I needed more time to prepare. I needed more time to be a little kid. For me, this date, this first date, was the first thing I would ever do as an adult. And the terrified me. It absolutely terrified me.
I made my way to the lake, where Brandon said to meet him. The walk was a long one, and I felt dizzy and nauseas the entire way. When I say Brandon there though, in the warm May sunshine, holding a rose and smiling, that all melted away, and all I felt was my smile.
Two hours later, I floated back to my Common Room, happier then I had been in ages. I was young and I was smart. I had a boyfriend (a boyfriend!) and was freshly first-kissed. The happiness radiated off of me. Not even James Potter could touch this good mood, though he tried. He tried very hard.
Day after day, I was treated to torment and lies. "He's cheating on you, Evans. Didn't you know he's failing charms? He'll be needing your help one day!" He hissed things like this at me every time I passed, and once when I was walking down the hall with Brandon.
Brandon stopped and removed his arm from my shoulder. He glared at James angrily. Is there any other way to glare? People certainly don't glare when they're happy. He growled at James and punched him, right on the jaw. The blow landed with a crack, and I took a sadistic sort of pleasure in watching him get his arse kicked.
I stood there, watching them fight fiercely, until McGonagall came up. She was beside herself. She yelled at them for hours. Gryffindor lost 30 points, 20 for James, and ten for me, as I didn't stop it. Ravenclaw also lost 30, all of them on Brandon, but I could have cared less.
Brandon defended me (and himself), and James Potter had a black eye and a large bruise on his jaw. Life was good.
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I personally liked this chapter a lot. Happiness has finally entered Lily's life, and James Potter got his just desserts for being such an asshole. Yay!
I was a tad bit disappointed when I saw I only got three reviews last chapter. I think I'll update again when I get…35? Yes, 35 is a good number. So, my three friends:
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Little Key: ::Does a dance:: You're back! You're back! I love it! I didn't leave a cliffhanger. Are you happy now? (Michelle Branch begins to play)
VIC: Cut that music!
(Again I Go Unnoticed starts up).
VIC: Much better!
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Citrus scented: James did not expect Brandon to ask her out. TAKE THAT!! Oh word, I'm upset at my own characters. I don't think that's quite normal.
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Weasley Wizard Wheezes: I love how much you want me to review. Makes me feel special!
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I have to hurry and post this. The "What Not To Wear" season premiere is on in…3 minutes! Ah!