I am soooooooooooo happy about all the reviews I got for last chapter! I was going totally ecstatic and freaking my brother out... lol. Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed! I can't thank you enough!

I know all of you guys wanted me to continue... so I have.

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Lily

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James and I scuffled with our feet, trying to drag Petunia's heavy bed to my bedroom. We were moving like a snail with arthritis, and my throbbing foot wasn't helping me.

I could see James out of the corner of my eye, and he was looking at me guiltily. I could tell that he felt responsible for my foot... even though it barely hurt.

When he had first arrived, I was mortified. James Potter? In my house? Then Mum had announced he would have to stay in my room because of the bloody guestroom being unfinished. James Potter? In my bedroom?

Then, when he had dropped the bed on my foot, I decided to act... cool. James Potter was at the peak of cool. He was the most popular guy in Hogwarts, after all. If I acted like my foot hurt loads, he would probably feel sorry for me. I could picture it now... me swinging in a hammock, watching cartoons on TV, and James making me iced tea and changing my pillows, giving me a long, passionate kiss every time he did something for me.

Once I heard in a movie; "Sometimes if you say no, it just makes them want you more". That was so totally my new motto.

"Er... Lily?" James said tentatively. "Where should we put this?"

I looked up. We were approaching my room, finally. "Just put it on the floor... that open space there."

We eased the bed through the door and were about to put the bed down when James nudged something on the floor with his foot.

"What's this?"

My diary.

"Oh... nothing!" I said, putting my end of the bed down carefully and picking it up swiftly. "Just... something stupid... hehe..."

I had no idea how it had gotten on the floor, and I just hoped James would never open it. All of the front page, I had written;

"I love James"

"James Potter is hot"

"Mrs Lily Potter"

"Mrs James Potter"

As James put his the bed down and turned towards the mirror, fixing his hair, I put my diary back into a drawer in my desk, shoving it under some papers and magazines. Then I swept my eyes over the room, hoping that nothing else embarrassing was showing.

My room was all blue and white, my favourite colours. I only had a bed, desk, tallboy, chair and a small closet in my room but with a second bed, the entire room looked very cramped and tiny. I sincerely prayed that I wouldn't have to go to the bathroom during the night; if so, I would probably wake James and the whole house with my crashing into furniture.

James turned away from the mirror, satisfied with his hair, and half-grinned at me. "Is your foot okay?"

"Oh... yea, I guess," I said, and pulled on some sneakers lying next to my bed to avoid further accidents. "Just hurts a tiny bit."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

One of those long, awkward silences followed, and I saw something behind him that made my face flush. Taped to my wall, next to my photo of my friend Amelia, was a photo of him I'd cut out of the school newsletter when he won the inter-house Quidditch cup at Hogwarts. James Potter did NOT need to see a photo of himself on my wall.

"Er... James!" I said. "I think Mum's calling you! Yes, I think it's lunchtime!"

"Really?" James said. "Good! I'm starving, I am."

"Yea... why don't you, ah, go freshen up before lunch... the bathroom's just down the hall," I replied, pointing.

"Okay," James said, and tried to step over Petunia's bed, but he just tripped over it instead. He got up... and saw the picture of himself on my wall.

I could tell that he'd seen it. He didn't say anything, but I saw the smirk on his face and as he turned around, the smirk stayed as he locked eyes with me. James slowly walked out of the room, and entered the bathroom.

I felt like screaming in frustration. I ripped James's picture off the wall and tore it in half, chucking it into the waste-paper basket. I was never going to live this down.

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That evening, at dinner, Mum smiled at James. "Jimmy darling... would you like some more turkey?"

Mum had made an entire turkey, plus roast potatoes and salad, for James. I had to admit that even though the turkey was a little chewy, James didn't have a very big appetite and without Dad at the table, about three quarters of the turkey was still on the big roasting pan.

"No thank you, Mrs Evans..." James said, struggling to chew through his current mouthful.

Mum pushed away her plate and smiled at us. "Alright then... I have an idea. How about we go and watch some movies?"

"What kind of movies?" I asked suspiciously.

Mum just smiled, put away the turkey and stacked the plates in the sink. She took a packet of chocolate biscuits out of the cupboard, and James and I followed her into the lounge room.

I sat on the blue couch and James sat on the red couch. I was still trying to act cool, although every time he looked at me with his green eyes I totally melted.

Mum popped a video into the VCR and we settled back to watch...

HOME FREAKING VIDEOS.

WITH JAMES POTTER.

I sat on the coach, mouth wide open, staring at myself on the screen. Me and Petunia at Christmas... on summer holidays... and ME IN THE BATH.

NAKED.

It was only when I was about six, but it was still really embarrassing. Dad had recorded me singing in the bath, putting foam on my chin, and then I got out of the bath and ran around the house totally wet, with bubbles flying everywhere, Mum chasing me.

James and Mum were laughing their heads off.

I felt like I was going to explode.

And the embarrassing videos just kept continuing- like the time I got mad at Petunia at my eighth birthday, and chucked my birthday cake at her; when my cousin broke the head off my Barbie doll and I bawled my eyes out; the time I fell into a stream while on my bike; and most recently, my surprise twelfth birthday. I had come home from summer soccer practise, busting to go to the toilet, and when everyone had jumped out at me yelling "surprise!", I'd wet my pants.

At that last one, James just looked over at me like I was crazy and hid a snicker behind his hand.

At that point I totally lost it. I walked over to the VCR, pressed "Stop" and "Eject", and grabbed the tape.

"Hey!" James said.

"Lily!" Mum said. "We were watching that, young lady!"

"Yea, well, I'm DESTROYING this!" I cried, holding the tape and shaking it.

"Oh Lily," Mum said, "You drama queen. It was just a bit of fun."

"Yea, it was kind of funny," James said, smiling at me.

"NO!" I shrieked. "NO IT WASN'T!" And with that, I ran out of the room still clutching the tape.

I got into my pyjamas and turned off the light in my room, crawling into my cosy bed. A few minutes later, James came up the stairs. I heard him brushing his teeth in the bathroom, and he came into the room with his pyjamas on.

I buried my face in the pillow.

"Hey Lily," James whispered quietly, "I'm sorry that I laughed."

I stayed silent.

He walked into the room, and got into Petunia's bed. Everything was quiet for a little while, and then he spoke again.

"Everyone has embarrassing home movies of themselves, you know."

Silence. My face stayed in the pillow.

"Well... goodnight, Lily."

I lay in bed, silently, for another half hour, listening to James's steady breathing. The moonlight shining through the window illuminated his beautiful facial features, and his hair flopped on his forehead so innocently I was just dying to go and brush it off. He looked so sweet and innocent, just lying there, that I found myself speaking softly:

"You're not too bad, James Potter."

Then I watched as his eyes opened, and he flashed that grin of his at me.

"You're not too bad yourself, Lily Evans," he said, and winked.

SHIT.

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I hope you guys all like the third chappie! I have a feeling it's not as good as the other two... but we'll see...

THANKS to everyone who's reviewed:

Cilverblood- If you read this chapter, you now know that Lily doesn't quite hate James... just because he dropped a bed on her foot! Lol... sorry about your brothers!

Emerald Eyed Cutie- Thanks heaps! Did I keep up the "dandyness"?

Lilykins, lilchocolatechip011, FeltionLover101, nonierose- Thank you all for reading my story, I'm glad all of you liked it!

Sunni07- I forgive you! Sorry if my chapters are short, I can never write really long chapters because I feel it drags on a bit. I prefer to keep everything short, sweet and with changing points of views.

Vickiicky- I probably would too, and that's how Lily feels!

Egg-n-head- You would be peeved if someone dropped a bed on your foot! Remind me to test it on you sometime!

Yea he is kind of stuck up isn't he? I guess it's all the looking in the mirror and stuff...