"Now this is the life!" exclaimed Alexa, grinning widely and smelling a single rose that she had just taken out of the dozen that she had gotten that morning. Lily rolled her eyes at her friend, who put the rose back in the vase that was at her feet. Alexa then flipped her curly hair over her shoulder.
All week, Sirius had been sending her flowers and chocolate frog in an attempt to get her to take him on a date, instead of Remus. Alexa was enjoying all the attention, happily boasting about it to anyone who asked about her "secret admirer" who was really Sirius. Lily didn't know why Remus wasn't trying to keep up with his friend by sending Alexa flowers and candy like Sirius. She'd asked him about it around the middle of the week.
"Because I don't care if Alexa chooses me over him," Remus answered simply, shrugging his shoulders innocently. "She can very well have him over me if she really wants. But she asked me out, not him." Smiling smugly, he added, "Besides, all of this pampering will only spoil Alexa, and that's really not what she needs."
"Hey, Lils," James said cheerfully, sitting down next to her on the cool grass, slinging an arm over her shoulders. "Hasn't this been the best two weeks ever? Everyone is falling in love!" Lily raised an eyebrow at him and shoved his arm away.
"Like who, may I ask?"
"Well, Sirius and Remus are obviously falling for Alexa." He grinned down at her. "And like us! Or don't you remember that kiss that we shared the night right after our date?"
Lily had been reading her book, but that wasn't going to work with James there. She set it down beside her. Again, James tried to sling an arm around her shoulders, and again she pushed him away. Why had he chosen today to bother her about the kiss? She wanted to be alone for a while, instead of having to watch Sirius beg Alexa about their "date."
"Of course I haven't forgotten, James," Lily said, rolling her eyes and sighing. "It was just a kiss."
"What do you mean, 'it was just a kiss,' Lily? How could that mean nothing to you?" He pouted, frowning and sticking his bottom lip out, the whole deal. Lily fought the urge to roll her eyes again, even though he did look kind of cute like that.
"It was just a spur of the moment kind of thing," Lily answered slowly. "I don't know what I was thinking, kissing you. It was stupid. And besides, it was only one date, remember?" She sighed again, feeling uncomfortable with his eyes staring at her. She looked at the lake.
"Are you saying that it didn't mean anything to you?" To Lily's shock, he sounded kind of hurt, and she immediately felt guilty for saying it. She chewed her lip, and the memory of their lips touching briefly entered her mind before she rapidly pushed it back out again.
"I don't know what I'm saying, James," Lily admitted. "I'm sorry, but I don't know if our kiss meant anything or not. I know that I was the one who kissed you, but---I don't know. I'm sorry."
James didn't know what to say. He was literally at a loss for words, which never happened with him. Ever. Especially around a girl, and this was Lily. Why did she have this effect on him? He'd known Lily for six years, for goodness' sake! He'd also never been so hurt by a girl.
"Well, Lily, I'm sorry you feel that way, because I thought that kiss meant quite a lot, coming from you," James said finally. "Especially since you've been telling me that you would never like me for six years. To me, that kiss wasn't just friendly, but I guess it wasn't even that for you."
James got up and walked away, leaving Lily shocked at how much she had apparently hurt him in just one little conversation.
I am so stupid! she scolded herself. Why did I have to go and kiss him and then tell him that it meant nothing? She was so confused. She really, honestly didn't know what the kiss meant to her, but she knew it meant something, because for some reason she kept thinking about it. It had literally haunted her day and night for the past week.
"Hey, Lils," James said cheerfully the next day. Well, he sure got over things quickly, Lily thought as she continued to read her Charms book and jot notes down on the piece of parchment in front of her. They were both in the library, sitting at a table by a window. It looked like it was going to rain soon; the sky was grey. "No hard feelings about yesterday, right?"
"You're the one who got upset, if I remember correctly, James," Lily answered calmly, still not looking up from her book. "So as long as you have no hard feelings, then, no, no hard feelings about yesterday afternoon."
"Why do you always do that?"
"Do what, Potter?" She wrote something else down on her parchment.
"That!" he replied, exasperated. "You hardly ever look at me when I'm talking to you! You're always studying. That's all you ever do, Lily! Why do you always study so much?"
"Because unlike some people, I happen to like getting good grades," she answered easily. "It makes my parents rather happy when I get straight A's. I'm sure your mother would be much happier if you managed to pull your grades up."
"Well, your mother must be extremely proud of you, then," James countered. Lily's head jerked up; he had struck a nerve. Her face paled significantly.
"What did you say?" she whispered, voice barely capable of being heard. A muscle in her jaw twitched.
"I said, 'Well, your mother must be extremely proud of you, then,'" James repeated coolly. He was doing the unthinkable: he made Lily mad, and then continued to feed fuel to her fiery temper. On purpose.
"Never talk about my mum to me again, Potter, ever." Lily gathered up her things, roughly shoving them into her book bag and stormed out of the library, James hot on her tail.
"Jeez, Lils, what's up with you?" he asked as soon as he had caught up to her. She whirled around to face him, and he was surprised to see that her face wasn't red with anger, but incredibly ashen and she looked like she was about to cry.
"You wouldn't understand." Lily stared at him, her normally bright and shining green eyes eerily dull and lifeless. "Not you, with your perfect life, your great friends, your amazing family. A girl or something equally as petty turning you down the worst thing that can happen to you in your life. You would never understand, James Potter, ever."
Author's Note: And it's back to hate, again. Anybody know what's wrong with Lily, like why she went so quiet and angry when James mentioned her mom? I'd like to read some guesses, because I enjoy reading your ideas. I'm thinking of making Lily explode with her temper again, because you guys really seem to like it when she does, lol, and I like to please.
All week, Sirius had been sending her flowers and chocolate frog in an attempt to get her to take him on a date, instead of Remus. Alexa was enjoying all the attention, happily boasting about it to anyone who asked about her "secret admirer" who was really Sirius. Lily didn't know why Remus wasn't trying to keep up with his friend by sending Alexa flowers and candy like Sirius. She'd asked him about it around the middle of the week.
"Because I don't care if Alexa chooses me over him," Remus answered simply, shrugging his shoulders innocently. "She can very well have him over me if she really wants. But she asked me out, not him." Smiling smugly, he added, "Besides, all of this pampering will only spoil Alexa, and that's really not what she needs."
"Hey, Lils," James said cheerfully, sitting down next to her on the cool grass, slinging an arm over her shoulders. "Hasn't this been the best two weeks ever? Everyone is falling in love!" Lily raised an eyebrow at him and shoved his arm away.
"Like who, may I ask?"
"Well, Sirius and Remus are obviously falling for Alexa." He grinned down at her. "And like us! Or don't you remember that kiss that we shared the night right after our date?"
Lily had been reading her book, but that wasn't going to work with James there. She set it down beside her. Again, James tried to sling an arm around her shoulders, and again she pushed him away. Why had he chosen today to bother her about the kiss? She wanted to be alone for a while, instead of having to watch Sirius beg Alexa about their "date."
"Of course I haven't forgotten, James," Lily said, rolling her eyes and sighing. "It was just a kiss."
"What do you mean, 'it was just a kiss,' Lily? How could that mean nothing to you?" He pouted, frowning and sticking his bottom lip out, the whole deal. Lily fought the urge to roll her eyes again, even though he did look kind of cute like that.
"It was just a spur of the moment kind of thing," Lily answered slowly. "I don't know what I was thinking, kissing you. It was stupid. And besides, it was only one date, remember?" She sighed again, feeling uncomfortable with his eyes staring at her. She looked at the lake.
"Are you saying that it didn't mean anything to you?" To Lily's shock, he sounded kind of hurt, and she immediately felt guilty for saying it. She chewed her lip, and the memory of their lips touching briefly entered her mind before she rapidly pushed it back out again.
"I don't know what I'm saying, James," Lily admitted. "I'm sorry, but I don't know if our kiss meant anything or not. I know that I was the one who kissed you, but---I don't know. I'm sorry."
James didn't know what to say. He was literally at a loss for words, which never happened with him. Ever. Especially around a girl, and this was Lily. Why did she have this effect on him? He'd known Lily for six years, for goodness' sake! He'd also never been so hurt by a girl.
"Well, Lily, I'm sorry you feel that way, because I thought that kiss meant quite a lot, coming from you," James said finally. "Especially since you've been telling me that you would never like me for six years. To me, that kiss wasn't just friendly, but I guess it wasn't even that for you."
James got up and walked away, leaving Lily shocked at how much she had apparently hurt him in just one little conversation.
I am so stupid! she scolded herself. Why did I have to go and kiss him and then tell him that it meant nothing? She was so confused. She really, honestly didn't know what the kiss meant to her, but she knew it meant something, because for some reason she kept thinking about it. It had literally haunted her day and night for the past week.
"Hey, Lils," James said cheerfully the next day. Well, he sure got over things quickly, Lily thought as she continued to read her Charms book and jot notes down on the piece of parchment in front of her. They were both in the library, sitting at a table by a window. It looked like it was going to rain soon; the sky was grey. "No hard feelings about yesterday, right?"
"You're the one who got upset, if I remember correctly, James," Lily answered calmly, still not looking up from her book. "So as long as you have no hard feelings, then, no, no hard feelings about yesterday afternoon."
"Why do you always do that?"
"Do what, Potter?" She wrote something else down on her parchment.
"That!" he replied, exasperated. "You hardly ever look at me when I'm talking to you! You're always studying. That's all you ever do, Lily! Why do you always study so much?"
"Because unlike some people, I happen to like getting good grades," she answered easily. "It makes my parents rather happy when I get straight A's. I'm sure your mother would be much happier if you managed to pull your grades up."
"Well, your mother must be extremely proud of you, then," James countered. Lily's head jerked up; he had struck a nerve. Her face paled significantly.
"What did you say?" she whispered, voice barely capable of being heard. A muscle in her jaw twitched.
"I said, 'Well, your mother must be extremely proud of you, then,'" James repeated coolly. He was doing the unthinkable: he made Lily mad, and then continued to feed fuel to her fiery temper. On purpose.
"Never talk about my mum to me again, Potter, ever." Lily gathered up her things, roughly shoving them into her book bag and stormed out of the library, James hot on her tail.
"Jeez, Lils, what's up with you?" he asked as soon as he had caught up to her. She whirled around to face him, and he was surprised to see that her face wasn't red with anger, but incredibly ashen and she looked like she was about to cry.
"You wouldn't understand." Lily stared at him, her normally bright and shining green eyes eerily dull and lifeless. "Not you, with your perfect life, your great friends, your amazing family. A girl or something equally as petty turning you down the worst thing that can happen to you in your life. You would never understand, James Potter, ever."
Author's Note: And it's back to hate, again. Anybody know what's wrong with Lily, like why she went so quiet and angry when James mentioned her mom? I'd like to read some guesses, because I enjoy reading your ideas. I'm thinking of making Lily explode with her temper again, because you guys really seem to like it when she does, lol, and I like to please.