Ok. I...am terribly sorry. I haven't posted anything in so long. It sucks. Isuck. I've been writing a different story, and I have no clue where Where is the Love? is going. So, I have decided, that I'm going to skip the rest of the school year. Yep. I'm going to have the next chapter be graduation night. Lily's going to think back to Christmas break (the party and ball.) Probably two different chapters. I haven't decided yet. The very last chapter will be this big party thing. I've had it planned out since I started writing this thing, I just didn't know what to have in between. I'm not good at writing Lily/James stories (I'm not good at writing any kind of story!) lol. I do much better with Ginny/Draco (I've fallen inlove with that pairing). So, look for this story's ending in the next few weeks. I'll try to get this out A-SAP. Thanks so much.

--Effa Commander

I wrote that a few days ago. So...here's what I talked about up there...

That's when I knew

"Congrats class of 1979!"

I stand up and launch my black wizards hat into the air, as do my classmates. Well, former classmates, anyways. Yes, its graduation night. James has just finished his humorous, yet serious speech. (The Head Boy fell terribly ill late November and requested James to fill in.)

"Now please, graduates and guests, we have refreshments and entertainment on the grounds, if you could kindly place yourselves there." I was discouraged when I noticed Dumbledore's famous 'Eye Twinkle' was extinguished. I guess it was only momentarily, because as he added, "Not to mention the launch of the graduate fireworks!" it was back.

Two arms snaked around my waist from behind, and I felt hot breath tickling my bare neck. A husky voice whispered into my ear; "Nice speech, love. Were you trying to bore everyone to death?"

I laughed and kissed James as he aligned himself with me. I could feel his smile against my lips, so I smile back, interlacing our fingers as I do so.

"Are we interrupting something?" I grin even wider as I hear the playful voice of James' mother.

I look at the woman who treated me as her own child when my parents died. Yes, they died. Remember Luke's party? Well, I was unable to attend. Which is both fortunate and unfortunate. Fortunate because I wasn't there when the Death Eaters attacked. But then, I never got to say goodbye to my family. The few muggles who survived were obliviated. Luke had to go into hiding, a muggle group called the Witness Protection Agency. I haven't heard from him since.

At first, I didn't think I'd be able to graduate. Hell, I didn't think I was going to be able to function properly! My whole world was turned topsy-turvy, and I had no clue how to put it back on track. But James did. James saved me, that day. The day of the Christmas Ball.

I had every intention of killing myself. I made sure it was an hour after the feast started, just to ensure that no one would interfere. My beautiful razor blade, the silver surface reflecting my pain. A single teardrop fell on it, disfiguring its appearance. I didn't even notice that I was crying...I was sitting in my bed, just staring at it, and it stared back, shining innocently. Innocent enough to fool a wise old man.

And then, as I pressed the blade to my wrist, a sharp intake of breath, drawing the first line of blood, the door burst open. There stood James, clad in his Ball-wear, a dazed expression on his smiling face. However, as he realized the 'event' taking place, the smile vanished and he rushed over towards me and my bed, stealing my small slab of death from my grasp. He stared down at me with pity, and all he said to me was, "Oh Lily..." and sighed. That was it.

I lunged at him, clinging to his shirt with all my might, and I broke. I burst into tears. I cried, and I cried until I had none left. He sat me down, holding me in an embrace. We sat like that, for what seemed like eternity. All the while, he rubbed my back soothingly, whilst whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Eventually, we ended up lying with our heads on the pillow, in a deep, enchanting sleep. When I awoke, it was to a most comforting sight; James, who was facing me, had a small smile on his face. He missed that Ball for me. I thought he would have left as song as I fell asleep. But no, not James. He would be there for me when I needed him most. And that's when I knew. That's when I knew, he was the one.

And so, he woke up to my lips planted on his, and a never-leaving fit of confusement. It wasn't a passionate kiss (and if it were, how would he respond? He was asleep for heaven's sake!) I just had my lips close enough for him to feel them, and my steady breath, the latter probably tickling his upper lip.

He pulled back in shock, and I asked him,- with much more confidence then I felt- if he would be my boyfriend. He told me he had to think about it.

About two seconds later, he said yes.