A/n: 'lo all. Hope that the last chapter was worth the wait (I actually think that it was a piece of crap, but I did my best at the time…). Oh, I also want to tell you guys that I made an email account that you guys can access me by. So like if you have any questions or comments or anything, just email me! It's on my name page thingy (which I changed), but I'll give it to you anyway. It's Anyway, most of you probably came here to read a good Lily and James story, and I promise you that this is one (although it being good is subjected to your opinion), and I'll get to the romance later, I swear. Right now, I'm just establishing the story for all of you. And by that I mean that I'm creating characters and their personalities so that this can be a story that you can follow. So, on that note, this chapter's in Lexi's perspective, and I hope you enjoy. J
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Chapter Five: Interesting Developments
The first month and a half of school flashed by in a blur of essays, tests, parties, and detentions. Just last night I finished my sixth essay of the term on some draught for Potions. Honestly, if I weren't so gung ho on becoming a Healer, I would totally drop this class. I hate Inficio with such a passion, the biased fucking twit he is. I wish that I could just slip some fast-acting poison into his goblet one night during dinner and watch him squirm in discomfort… But no, that wouldn't be acceptable at all, would it?
I looked out the window while I waited for everyone else to get ready for the game. It's perfect weather for a Quidditch match. Clear skies and little to no wind. It struck me odd though to see that the weather's been unusually nice for this time of year. The middle of October always brings cold and damp weather, but a stroll outside on the grounds today would make you think that you're walking in a gorgeous spring day, until you look at the calendar, which tells you otherwise. There's been so much weird weather fluctuation recently.
I checked my watch and started jiggling my flip-flopped foot, waiting for everyone else to finish whatever the fuck they're doing.
"Honestly, guys! It's just a bloody Quidditch match. You don't need to look like you're about to be knighted by the fucking Queen of England!" I called into the bathroom.
"It's not my fault that it takes forever for my hair to dry," yelled out Lily amidst the sound of her wand-turned-blow-dryer.
"Jesus, you're smart enough to just perform a drying charm on your hair! You're the one who sits down and decides to write some new spells," I said.
"I'm done, I'm done! And besides, drying charms don't work as well as using my wand," said Lily, coming out of the bathroom and making a face at the irony of what she just said.
"Ugh, shut up you guys. It's too early in the morning to be arguing over what way's better to dry your hair," said Emily, flopping back on her bed. God bless her for being ready too.
"Anyway, why are you so pumped up for the game?" asked Lana, running a brush through her hair.
"Because!" I say, jumping to my feet and bouncing up and down. "It's the first match of the bloody season! Why the fuck would you not be excited?"
"Right, you crazy lunatic. Now stop bouncing. You remind me of Tigger," said Emily.
"Speaking of sports, how's that darling brother of yours, Lex?" asked Lily.
"Tyler? He's great. Man U has him training for defense, and from what I understand from his letters, they're whipping his sorry ass into shape. He's fucking excited about it, though. And who can blame him? If Man U recruited me fresh out of university, I'd piss my fucking pants," I said.
"I miss him. I haven't spoken to him in forever," said Lily, pouting and leading the way downstairs (finally!).
"Yeah well, that makes two of us," I said, going two steps at a time.
"Quelle heure est-il?" asked Lily to no one in particular.
Lana looked down at her watch. "Quarter to," she said.
"Fuck! Come on, no time for breakfast. And Lily, stop speaking in French," I said.
Emily groaned. "But I'm so hungry," she whined.
"That's your fault, love. You should've eaten more last night," I said. "God, I'm horny."
Lana snorted. "How did we go from food to you being horny?"
I shrugged. "I don't understand my way of thinking, Miss Happily-Sexed. Not everyone's lucky enough to have a boyfriend, you know."
Lana blushed. "Shut up," she said tiredly.
We walked down the front steps of the school and followed the masses of students heading towards the Quidditch pitch, eagerly anticipating the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff match. From what I understand, James has been relentlessly scheduling practices, training hard and playing hard.
Lily sighed and I gave her a questioning glance.
She shook her head and muttered something in French under her breath.
"Lil, what's up?" Emily asked. It's common knowledge within the Gryffindor 7th years that Lily has a tendency to start speaking in French whenever something's bothering her or she's stressed out. It's bloody annoying too, since none of us are fluent in French, except Remus, so most of the time we can't understand what she's saying.
"Pas des choses," she said. "Just wondering how I'm supposed to balance my shitloads of homework, planning this Christmas party, and keeping up with my Head Girl crap while having a life too."
I winced when the sound of the cheers from the entire student body, faculty, and random Hogsmeaders reached my ears as we stepped onto the pitch.
"You'll be perfectly fine," said Lana reassuringly. "You've been able to manage tons of stuff at once before, and you've never come out on the wrong side of things. Right now, what we need to worry about is getting good seats for all four of us."
"If we had left on bloody time we would've had fabulous seats," I said impatiently.
"Oh, look! There's Sirius," said Emily, pointing up at the crowd.
He energetically waved at us and motioned for us to come up and join him. Remus was nearby having a heated discussion with Peter.
"Hey boys," I said, edging my way across the row to the end of the box where the guys of Gryffindor were sitting, giving each of them a kiss on the cheek. "Long time no see."
"If by a long time you mean last night, then sure," shrugged Sirius.
"Beautiful day out. Not a cloud in the sky," said Remus, staring up at the endless blue plane.
I looked over at Remus, who was standing with his arm around Lana's waist. I felt a pang of jealousy at Lana's unbelievable luck. Her boyfriend is the sweetest, most understanding person I know, not to mention incredibly delicious to look at. The way his hair falls into his eyes and the smile on his face when he's with Lana is just so cute.
I sighed and turned away from the perfect specimen of a man. God, I'm horny.
Apparently Sirius had been watching Remus and Lana too, because he sighed as well. "God, I need a good fuck," he said.
I turned to him and raised my eyebrows. "Excuse me?" I asked, a grin playing on my lips.
Luckily for him, Aaron Press, the 6th year Hufflepuff Quidditch announcer began to welcome the crowd to the game.
"Welcome to Hogwarts' first Quidditch match of the season! It's a fine, October day, with perfect Quidditch conditions. Now, here comes the Gryffindor team!" shouted Press over the roar of the crowd.
"Potter! Elliot! Elliot! Stein! Monet! Cook! And the Gryffindor Keeper, Stalwart!"
Each player shot out of the locker rooms, a crimson blur shooting up towards the bright sapphire sky.
"Woo! Go James! That's my boy!" whooped Sirius.
I laughed and started cheering at the top of my lungs.
"And here's your Hufflepuff team! Christensen! Dixon! Murray! Roman! Pelham! Barrett! And the Hufflepuff Seeker, Womack!"
The Hufflepuff side of the stadium erupted with cheers as seven gold figures zoomed onto the pitch.
"All fourteen players are in formation around Madam Hooch. Captains Potter and Christensen, Gryffindor's Seeker and Hufflepuff's Beater, shake hands. Madam Hooch blows the whistle, and they take off!" yelled Press excitedly.
The entire stadium grew increasingly louder as all players darted up into the air.
"The Bludgers are released, followed by the Golden Snitch," said Press.
The crowd watched as the Snitch flew spastically around James and the Hufflepuff Seeker, a 5th year named Angela Womack. Both Seekers glimpsed the Snitch for a split second before it zoomed off to be recaptured.
"The Quaffle is released, and Gryffindor instantly takes possession! Jane Elliot flies towards the Hufflepuff hoops, and passes the Quaffle to her twin brother, Daniel. He tosses it to Jett Stein, who makes to score! Ouch, never mind! Stein was just hit in the back with a well placed Bludger, courtesy of Hufflepuff's Adam Pelham," said Press.
The Gryffindors groaned at the play, booing and jeering at Pelham, while the Hufflepuffs were screaming wildly.
"Hufflepuff has possession, with Francesca Dixon heading towards Gryffindor's hoops. She passes it to Hayden Murray, whoa, where did he come from? He shoots! Oh, nice try, Murray. Spectacular save by Gryffindor's Keeper, Serena Stalwart, who happens to look quite dashing today," Press cleared his throat and continued with the game.
"Hufflepuff Keeper, Maggie Barrett just took a Bludger in stomach. Ouch, that didn't look so good. But wait! Gryffindor's Chasers, Jane and Daniel just got possession of the Quaffle. They pass it between them, and oh, Elliot, Daniel, that is, drops the Quaffle. Ooh, clever play there! Stein catches the Quaffle from down below and aims for the goal posts, he shoots, AND HE SCORES! GRYFFINDOR SCORES, 10-0!" screamed Press, although a little dejectedly since his House just lost a goal.
The Gryffindor side erupted at once with cheers and screams.
"Hey, Emily, are you okay?" asked Lana, looking over.
I leaned over Sirius to get a glimpse of her. She's really pale and looking faint, gripping the sides of her chair a little too tightly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little hungry," she said.
"Jesus, Em. You look like you're about to pass out," said Sirius.
"Gee, thanks," said Emily sarcastically.
"Lucky for you," Sirius continued, ignoring her, "I happen to always have food with me. I mean, you never know when you'll be struck with the urge for a Cauldron Cake or a Chocolate Frog." With a dreamy look on his face, he fished something out of his pocket and handed it to Emily.
"Sirius, you're a god," she said, as she hastily shoved it into her mouth. "I'm famished."
Three hours after the game started, the sun began to get incredibly hot, and still, the game went on. I peeled off my shirt and fanned my face. Thank god I'm wearing a tank top underneath. And a skirt, for that matter.
"What time is it?" asked Lily, wiping her sunglasses off on her shirt.
"It's a little after 2," said Remus.
"Fuck me, why is it so bloody hot?" complained Sirius. "You know, I might even go so far as to say that James is taking his bloody time in finding the fucking Snitch. He's never played a game that's lasted this long."
"What makes you say that?" asked Emily, glancing at the scoreboard. It was 240-220 Gryffindor.
"Just watch the way that James is flying. He doesn't need all of those excess loops and barrel rolls and all of that acrobatic shit that he's doing. It's all to impress a certain someone," said Sirius, just loud enough for Emily and I to hear.
Emily and I exchanged a glance and she rose her eyebrows.
"Oh my god! Look, I think James saw the Snitch," yelled Lily, pointing up at the sky.
A little speck against the blazing blue, James, I guess, began to pelt down toward the ground, head first.
"It seems like Potter saw the Snitch! If he catches it, Gryffindor will win the match, 390-220, Gryffindor!" yelled Press.
The crowd watched with bated breath as James, and now Womack too, hurled their bodies and urged their brooms faster towards the Snitch.
Angela was coming at it from and angle, but James was flying straight down to the ground. I could tell that it would take amazing ass and thigh muscles to hold onto the broomstick while going at that speed, perpendicular to the ground. I wonder what James looks like naked…
"YES! FUCK YEAH!" roared Sirius in my ear, bringing me out of my daydream.
"Huh? What?" I spluttered.
"JAMES POTTER CATCHES THE SNITCH AND WINS THE GAME FOR GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR WINS 390-230!" screamed Press.
Oh, cool. I guess Hufflepuff must've scored once more before James caught the Snitch.
The crowd started moving towards the exits of the pitch, pushing and shoving to get out of the open air and towards the shade that the castle promised.
"So I guess we're gonna hang out here until the madness dies down, huh?" said Peter, settling back into his seat.
"Yup," I said. I put my shirt over my face to avoid burning. All we do now is wait until the party starts.
Sirius stood up on a table when someone stopped the music for him. He wavered a little on his perch, clutching his drink with one hand and silencing the crowd with the other. It was rather late in the party and Sirius was more than a little trashed.
"Everyone! Hellooo! Yes, I love you too. You're beautiful," he said, to some random girl who shouted at him. "Anyway, I would like to take this moment to pay tribute to the seven most fantastic and important people that belong in this bloody family that we call Gryffindor!"
The room started cheering and whooping, and Sirius held his hands up, asking for silence.
"First, I would like to congratulate my best mate in the world, James Potter. He may be a prat sometimes, but he's one of the best people that I know. Always there for you when you need him," said Sirius, clapping his hand on James's back, giving Lily a pointed look.
Emily and I giggled together. "Can he be any more obvious?" she whispered, her eyes glittering with happiness and the effects of whatever it was she was drinking—looks like cranberry juice 'watered down' with Ketel One.
"I'd also like to congratulate the rest of the team! Jane and Daniel for being the freaky twins that you are, Jett for scoring half of Gryffindor's goals, even though you're only a bloody 5th year (good luck with those O.W.L.s), you talented little fucker," here, he paused to wait for the cheers to die down, "Kirsten and Colette for beating the shit out of those Bludgers to cause some major damage to those Hufflepuffs. You fucking sent Dixon to the Hospital Wing. Remind me to never get into a fight with you guys. If you can punch as hard as you can hit those Bludgers… Damn," said Sirius.
Colette and Kirsten laughed. "Just wait and see, Black. Wait and see," yelled out Colette.
"And finally, Serena. If it weren't for you, Hufflepuff would've scored five hundred times, and we would've been dead. You're a goddess. You're a goddess," said Sirius, saying the last part to himself. He jumped off of the table and the music started pumping again.
"Oh shit," said Emily, moving to hide behind me.
"What's up?"
"Look who just walked into the common room," she said, hiding her face. "Oh god, why the fuck is he here?"
I craned my neck to see over people's heads to get a glimpse of who just passed through the portrait hole. Surprised, I found William Corley weaving through the crowd to get to us.
"Em, I think that it's too late to be hiding. He already saw you," I said.
"Fuck me now," she moaned.
Within seconds, Will was standing in front of us.
"Hey Emily," he said, smiling at her. "Lexi," he said, nodding at me. "Do you mind if I steal Emily for a bit?" he asked.
"No, not at all," I said, pushing her forward. "He looks rather dashing," I whispered into her ear as Will pulled her into the crowd of dancing people. He's wearing faded jeans and a light blue button down, accenting his fantastic gray-blue eyes. Emily gave me one last look that clearly said, 'Help me!' before she was lost in the crowd.
Left alone, I headed for the drink table to pick up another cup of Stoli.
"What's a beautiful girl like you doing alone at this party?" said a voice in my ear.
I froze, knowing that voice like the back of my hand. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and turned around, despite the sudden tingling that had spread throughout my entire body. "Hey! What are you doing here?" I asked.
Andrew Reed, a 7th year Ravenclaw was standing behind me with a smirk on his face.
"What, you're not happy to see me?" he asked, kissing my cheek.
I rolled my eyes. "What the fuck are you talking about? You're the one who's been hiding from me since we got back to school! Where the fuck have you been, Reed?" I asked, grinning.
He shrugged. "I've been keeping busy. You know, classes, homework, Quidditch and all that."
"Yeah I know, tell me about it. How long have you been here? You know, at the party?"
"I don't know. Maybe about twenty minutes? I couldn't find you for a bit."
I smiled. "Well, here I am."
"Here you are," he said softly. "Listen, can we talk anywhere? You know, where we don't have to scream at each other to be heard?"
"Yeah, yeah, of course. Come on. Let's go upstairs," I said. I took his hand and led him towards the staircase to the girls' dormitories.
I shook my head and smiled to myself. Andrew and I had always been good friends. We'd never actually been officially together, but we always have a date here and there. I guess you can say that we're friends with benefits. I mean, we've never had sex or anything, but the occasional hook up is always inevitable. We've been through a lot of stuff together. Like, last year when my hair was still long, he was always there to hold it back for me whenever he needed to, if you know what I mean. We have that kind of dependency and closeness.
We took a little detour to avoid that nasty little charm on the girls' staircase, but eventually made it up to my dorm. I went over to the windows and opened one to let some air in.
"Come here. Sit, stay a while," I said, patting the window seat opposite mine.
"So how've you been?" asked Andrew, sitting down and leaning his head against the wall.
I shrugged. "Okay, I guess. Dealing with the usual, you know?"
Andrew nodded, and we sat quietly for a while.
I settled back in my seat and then turned to look out the window. The grounds were cast with the silhouettes of people against the light coming from Gryffindor Tower, but the lake and forest were quiet and still.
A sudden shift of weight in the futon that we're sitting on caught my attention and I looked up to see Andrew sitting much closer to me.
"I've missed you, Lex," he said softly, putting his hand on my knee. "I really miss talking to you. You've always known me better than any other girl I know."
He leaned forward and soon his face was inches away from mine. I put my cup down, closed my eyes, and leaned in to Andrew's kiss.
I woke up with a jolt and blinked at the bright Sunday morning sun spilling into the dormitory from the window.
"Good morning," said Andrew from behind me.
I rolled over and smiled. "Morning to you too," I said.
He leaned over and kissed me.
I sighed. "This is a great way to wake up in the morning. Except for my bloody hangover. Fuck." I groaned and pressed my palms against my head.
Andrew laughed. "You've always been a party girl, Lex. Anyway, I should probably go before anyone wakes up," he said, reaching for his shirt and putting it on.
I got up and propped myself up on my elbow, watching him put his shoes on. "What time is it?"
"Almost 9.45. Alright, I have to go now," said Andrew, standing up.
"I'll walk you out," I said. I got up and put a sweatshirt on over my tank top and followed him to the door and down the stairs. The trick about these stairs is getting up them, if you're a guy. Going down them isn't a problem at all.
"Ugh, this is gross," I said, when we reached the bottom of the stairs. The common room was strewn with empty bottles and cups, with crumbs and crushed food all over the floor. Some chairs were turned over, but other than that, the common room was unharmed.
"Don't you think the house elves would've come during the night?" asked Andrew.
"Nah. They usually wait until the party's completely over before they come. They'll probably be here in a couple of minutes," I said.
"Okay, well, I'll talk to you later," said Andrew, when we got to the portrait hole.
"Yeah. It was good to see you again," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.
We shared one last kiss before he left, and then I went back into the common room. Sure enough, several house elves were already tending to the cleaning of the room, zapping away garbage with their elvish magic.
I trudged back upstairs to the dorm and found Lily sitting in her bed, propped up against her pillows.
I flopped on my bed and without looking at her, I said, "What?"
"You had sex last night, didn't you?" she asked slyly, as if we were back in our 15 year old bodies. I could tell from the sound of her voice that she was grinning from ear to ear.
I rolled my eyes and got up to climb into her bed. "Nah. We just hung out and slept in my bed. Nothing naughty at all."
Lil gave me a look that said, 'come on, you know something went down last night.'
"What? I'm serious!"
Lily snorted. "Alright. If nothing happened, then I didn't drink last night."
"Okay, fine. We messed around a bit, but no sex! I promise," I relented.
"That's what I thought, you naughty girl," said Lily smugly.
"Alright, well, I'm gonna take a shower," I said, rolling my eyes and getting up.
I went into the bathroom and found that someone else was in the shower. Damn. I thought that everyone else was still asleep. The curtains around both Lana and Emily's beds are still drawn, so who the hell could be in the shower?
Apparently, whoever's in there didn't hear me come in, so they turned off the tap and slid open the shower door.
And there stood Remus Lupin, dripping wet in all his glory.
"Ah, fucking hell! Remus, what the fuck are you doing?" I yelled, averting my eyes.
"Shit. Sorry. Wow, this is embarrassing," said Remus, grabbing a towel.
"Ah. Sorry. I just thought… I was gonna… Never mind," I spluttered and ran out of the bathroom.
"Aaaah!" I yelled and jumped into Lily's bed, burying my face in her shoulder.
Lily quizzically rose an eyebrow at me.
"I just saw Remus stark naked in the shower," I said, pointing towards the door.
I propped myself up against Lily's pillows, drew my knees up to my chest and her blankets up to my nose, so that only my eyes are visible.
Remus came out of the bathroom a couple of minutes later, thankfully fully dressed.
"Hey Dreamy Remy," grinned Lily. "Had a nice shower?"
Remus laughed. "Yeah… Sorry about that, Lex," he said, and climbed back into Lana's bed, where the curtains are still drawn.
Lil and I stayed silent, but at the same exact time we turned and gave each other a look. As a unit, we both got out of bed and bounded over to Lana's bed and wrenched open the curtains.
"Rise and shine, girly! It's a new day, and you're still in bed!" said Lily, jumping up and down.
"I'm already awake, you stupid dolt," said Lana sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
Remus was sitting against Lana's headboard, grinning like an idiot.
"Is Em awake yet?" she asked.
"Mmhm," said Emily, coming out of her own bed and padding over to the bathroom.
"Alright, I'm going to leave you girls to your own devices. I will see you later," said Remus. He kissed Lana and then left the room with a quick little wave.
In contrast to the warm day that we had yesterday, we all had to bundle ourselves up with jumpers and scarves. The sky's gray and stormy looking, and the winds are fucking treacherous. Lana, Lily, Emily and I sat in a circle outside under a massive oak tree, having a picnic as we discussed what happened to us the night before, a tradition that we've upheld since 3rd year when Lily got her first kiss. From then on, we've always had a picnic outside (no matter what the weather was like) after every Gryffindor Quidditch win party.
"Well, we all know that Lana had a nice little roll in the sack last night with her boy toy, so what happened to everyone else?" asked Lily. "Lex, darling, care to start? We had two male visitors last night."
"Oooh," teased Emily. She made kissing sounds and I threw a piece of my sandwich at her.
"Shut up," I said, smiling. "Anyway, after you," I pointed at Em with my sandwich, "ditched me last night for whatshisface, William, Andrew popped out of nowhere," I said.
"Andrew Reed?" asked Lana.
"The one and only. Anyway, he asked if we could talk anywhere, you know, a place where we could actually hear each other, so I was like yeah, no problem, and took him upstairs."
"And you only talked, eh?" asked Emily.
"No, I didn't say that. We also snogged. A bit. Or all night," I said, grinning.
"When are you guys finally just gonna make it official?" asked Lily.
I shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe never. Both of us aren't really into serious relationships right now. And to be honest, I don't really want to tie myself down with Andrew. I mean, yeah, he's hot and sweet, but I just can't picture myself with him later on, you know? Anyway, Emily, what did dear William want?"
"Nothing really. He just apologized for having Adam there during our supposed study date. He said that he didn't really want him there, but he couldn't flat out tell Adam to leave. I guess that it was just a manners type of thing. So anyway, he was just there to apologize," said Emily.
Lily snorted. "Come on. A guy wouldn't come all the way over to Gryffindor Tower, in the middle of a victory party against his own house, no less, to apologize. He had some other reason"
Emily nodded. "Okay, fine. Anyway, you're right. He was there last night for another reason."
"And?" I prodded, when Emily paused to take a humongous bite out of her sandwich.
She held up a finger while she chewed and swallowed.
"Spit it out, Em!" said Lana.
"He asked me out on another date," grinned Emily.
"You're kidding! When?" squealed Lily, bits of cheese flying out of her mouth and landing in Lana's tea.
"Eeew," screamed Lana. "Lil, that's fucking disgusting!"
"Sorry," she said sheepishly.
"Anyway," said Emily, bringing the conversation back to her, "he said next Saturday. He didn't say what we're gonna do, though. But it's gonna be during the day, so I'm kinda skeptical of it all," said Emily.
A sudden gust of wind caused us all to stop what we were doing to adjust our clothing, flipping up collars against the wind or, in my case, re-wrapping my scarf and reveling in its warmth and softness.
"Fuck," said Lana. "What happened to the bloody sun?"
"It's hiding from you, I dunno," said Lily.
"Hey, what happened to you last night, Lil?" asked Emily.
"To be honest," said Lily blushing, "I don't really remember."
"Aw, come on! How can you have gotten that pissed last night?" I asked.
Lily shrugged. "I just did."
"And how were you a ray of bloody sunshine this morning? When you wrenched my curtains open earlier, which could have been a very bad move for your sake, there was no trace of a killer hangover. None whatsoever," said Lana.
"Just took a couple of gulps of our hangover potion, and that monster went bye-bye," said Lily smoothly.
Emily snorted. "You're crazy, you know that?"
"Well girls, me and my craziness has to go. I'm due for a manicure in London in twenty minutes," said Lily, standing up.
I looked down at my nails, still nicely polished and not chipped (how they stayed intact is a huge mystery to me) from last week's appointment. "Alright, darling. See you later."
"See you guys in an hour," said Lily. She took her wand out and magicked away the food leftover from our lunch.
"Bye!" called out Emily and Lana.
We watched Lily head towards the Hogwarts gates and then looked at each other.
"So who says we go back into the castle and get some hot chocolate?" I ask.
After dinner, I went back up to the dorm for some alone time. After that night with Andrew… I don't know. It really made me want to put some thought into things. I could sort of sense that he wanted to make something more out of our 'relationship' if you would call it that, but… Like I said earlier, I'm not really ready for a relationship. Or at least, I'm not really ready for one with Andrew.
Am I?
I mean, contrary to what I said earlier, I can see myself with Andrew. But I really don't want to ruin what we have going on right now. For instance, whenever we're together, it's just always so comfortable. Like, we're not really expecting each other to do or say anything. Or if we're not in a comfortable silence, we just talk about anything and everything.
Ugh, I don't know. Whatever. I'll talk to Lily and maybe she can sort out this bloody mess. After all, she knows me better than I do. Or maybe I won't. God. I need to get out of this room and stop thinking.
A/n: Okay, I know that this chapter's really long, but I didn't know what else to cut. I really ramble too much. That last bit is just a dip into Lexi's thoughts. I thought of it as one of Carrie's monologues in the beginning or end of an episode of Sex and the City. Oh, I just thought of one other thing that I should bring to your attention. If you haven't noticed already, I bumped the rating down from R to PG-13. I originally had it as an R story, mostly because of the cursing, some situations, and the goriness that I plan for later on. But, the gore won't come until much later in the story, so I'll just bump it up when I need to. Anyway, I'm leaving on vacation next week and I won't be back (for a decent amount of writing time, anyway) until like the middle of August, but then my family and I are going to take my sister back to college. So basically, this is the last chapter that I'll be able to post until like the end of August/beginning of September. I'm gonna start writing today and I already know what perspective I'm gonna do it in, so I think that I'll be able to update before school starts again. So, please review and let me know that you're out there. See you later! Oh and by the way, I updated within a month of the last one! How good is that?
Time Stands Still
The All-American Rejects
Him and herLife is turned
The day I knew you would leave
I could barely breath
Can you hear me scream?
O-o-o thrown in all directions
You epitome of perfection
She's lost her will,
Time is standing still
He walks her home
Now he walks alone
The days they turn into years
The eyes they drown in tears
Can you hear me scream?
O-o-o thrown in all directions
You epitome of perfection
She's lost her will,
Time is standing still
The way we are the way we were (It's just a shadow of what's wrong)
The time with you the time is stirred (I love you for so long)
The hearts they turn, they turn away (She says to go please don't you cry)
Love lost was found, night turns to day
O-o-o thrown in all directions
You epitome of perfection
She's lost her will,
Time is standing still
O-o-o thrown in all directions
You epitome of perfection
She's lost her will,
Time is standing still
Time is standing still