Author's Notes: PARTY because I have 20 reviews!!! It makes me soooo happy. Pokefreaks13: you guys are awesome! Potter-Harry117: you gave me my 20th review! YEAH! Enjoy Chapter 12! I do not own any characters. BTW, James is a chaser in my story, I know that in HPSS Movie, it said he was a seeker, but JKR said that he was a chaser. So that is what he is in my story.

Chapter 12

"JAMES! What is this mascara for?" Lily called desperately from Moaning Murtle's bathroom.

"You brush your eyelashes with it! It makes them appear longer and fuller," James replied nonchalantly, leaning against the wall in the lavatory.

"Oh. Does that mean it's not for you lips?" Lily asked nervously.

"LILY!"

"What about this base, eye liner, eye shadow, lip gloss, lipstick, and lip liner? And how much perfume am I supposed to put on?" Lily asked slowly.

"Lily, just hold on. I'll put it on for you. Honestly!" James sighed and walked over to where Lily was standing, dumbfounded, in front of the mirror. "Face me." Lily turned, wearing bright blue eye shadow up to her eyebrows, and red lipstick, put sloppily on her lips. "What's that stench?!"

"That's perfume."

"What'd you do?! Marinate in it?!" James said with a disgusted look on his face.

"Well," Lily began, "I started to spray it on me, but it was taking too long, so I decided to just unscrew the cap and pour it on myself."

"You're a mor—what happened to your hair?! You look like you just fell out of an ugly tree and hit every branch on your way down!" James gaped.

"I resent that!" Lily screeched, placing her hands on her hips.

"You're acting more and more like a girl already," James laughed, nodding towards Lily's hips.

"Be quiet and help me with my hair and make-up so we can go to class. We have Transfiguration in 10 minutes," Lily reminded him.

In Transfiguration...

"Lily," Professor McGonagall said firmly.

"Huh?" Lily replied.

"Please, pay attention."

"I'm sorry, but I feel like crap! I have bad cramps and I want to go curl up in my bed and sleep! Just leave me alone!" Lily burst into tears and darted out of the classroom towards the nearest girl's lavatory, Moaning Myrtle's.

"J—Lily, wait!" James shouted and ran out of the room to chase after Lily. He stopped when he and Lily were both in the bathroom.

"Lily, calm down," James told a teary-eyed girl slumped against the wall.

"I—I feel li—ike cra—ap. Wh—what's wrong wi—ith me—ee?" Lily bawled.

"Nothing is wrong with yo—well—er—yeah..." James attempted to calm her down.

"Then wh—why do I fe—eel so horrible? I have cramps that hurt so ba—aa—ad, and I have no idea why I'm crying so much!" Lily blubbered.

"First things first," James said unflinchingly. "You need to take some Advil. It's a muggle pain-killer, and it will get rid of your cramps in 30 minutes."

"But—it hurts worse than anything I've ever felt before," Lily whimpered. "And why am I crying? I'm not sad or anything, but I just need to cry! I feel so horrible. I want chocolate!"

"PMS," James replied, simply. "Go upstairs and lay down. I'll bring you some Advil and a bar of chocolate. Remus will probably have some, he's addicted to it, I swear."

"Why don't you have any chocolate?! Why don't you eat chocolate? What's wrong with you?"

"Just go to bed," James sighed, "Ms. PMS. I don't have to deal with hormonal imbalances! I feel so great! It's great being a guy!" James skipped around the room until Lily hurled a book at his head and started screaming at him. "Sorry!"

"I hate you! I hate everyone! I hate Sirius for making me go deal with all of these hormones! I hate hormones! Everything is so annoying—especially you—stop being happy!" Lily roared.

Later that day...

James ventured into Lily's room to check on her. He had a hard time walking up the stairs, because all of the food he had nicked from the kitchen was weighing him down. "Lily?" he called. "Are you awake?"

"I'm awake," she replied calmly. "I'm so happy to see you. You're so sweet to come visit me. Actually, almost all guys are sweet! I have a crush on every boy!"

"I brought you some food; I assumed you would be hungry," James replied, pretending to not hear her.

"Yes!" Lily practically screamed in his ear. "I feel like I could eat a hippogriff!"

"I figured. I bought you some chocolate frogs."

"WHY?! I can take care of myself!" Lily growled.

"I know, but I thought that you might appreciate me getting you food, so that you wouldn't have to get up."

"Are you calling me lazy? Are you saying that I couldn't get my huge butt out of bed to get food for myself? Are you saying I'm fat?!" Lily asked, angrily.

"Why am I even trying to reason with you? Here's your food. I don't care if you eat it. I'm going to go to Quidditch Practice. What position are you again?"

"Stop asking me questions. I'm too tired to answer any more questions. Wasn't going to Transfiguration enough?"

"Just nod or shake your head: Are you a Seeker?" Lily shook her head. "Beater? Keeper? Chaser?" Finally, Lily nodded. "So you're a chaser," James clarified. "And they try and score, right? Right. Take care, Lily." James darted out of the room to practice.

On the Quidditch Pitch...

"James, you're late!" cried Frank Longbottom, the captain.

"Sorry," James said sheepishly.

"There's no time for apologies! We're playing Slytherin tomorrow, and we need all of the practice we can get! Hop on that broom so we can start!"

"Er—ok."

"Team, today we are going to do speed drills. I want everybody to go to the far end of the Quidditch Pitch!" Frank instructed. "When I say "go" you will all fly to the other end, dive down and pick up the Quaffle, weave around the goal posts, and return to the starting point. If one of you does not complete the task in less than 9 seconds, the whole team will do it again. You will do this drill until you can all complete the drill in that amount of time. Do you understand?"

"Yes," the team responded and flew to the starting point. James, on the other hand, was too mortified to move from where he was hovering, right next to the stands.

"Li—James!" Sirius said, sitting in the bleachers, "get your butt over there! They're about to start."

"Bu—but I stink at flying!" James argued.

"It doesn't matter, the point is, that if you don't get over there now, you're going to be in big trouble. Go, or I'll hex you!"

"All right, all right, I'm going!" Lily whined. "But I'm warning you, it's not going to be pretty."

"Go!" Frank shouted. The whole Quidditch Team zoomed past James, who was struggling to move, and instantaneously dove for the Quaffle, on the ground.

"Potter, get a move on! I don't want to be doing this all day!" shouted Arthur Weasley.

"I'm sorry," heaved James, "I just can't—gasp—go any faster."

"Well, push it! It will only get harder!" yelled Victor Finnigan.

"I'm going as fast as I can!" James retorted.

"3-4-5-6-7-James move it—9!" Frank shouted and yelled "9" just as James was crossing the line.

"I made it!" James gleefully screamed. "I made it!"

"Again!" Frank yelled.

"But I made it!" James whimpered as he felt himself lose all hope.

"The end of your broom wasn't over the line in time," Frank reminded him. "Again!"

James's teammates were vengefully shooting angry glares at him and cracking their knuckles threateningly. "Sorry," he piped hopefully. It didn't help, his teammates were ready to kill him.

"GO!" Frank yelled. The team, with the exception of James, shot out of the starting point and took their dive for the Quaffle. James was lagging behind as usual, attempting not to fall behind as much.

"Just—keep—moving," James chanted to himself. "It—will—all—be—over—soon. You can do it, just—keep—moving."

"7—8—9—10—11—James you have to finish sometime—14—15—16!" Longbottom sighed. "16?!"

Once again, the Griffindor Quidditch Team was shooting fierce glares at James.

"I think a handicapped slytherin could move faster than him," James heard someone whisper to her friend.

"I'M TRYING!" James responded, fiercely.

"Go!"

"No more," James gasped and flew as fast as he could towards his teammates.

"Seven—Eight—Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii—James come on—iiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnne!" Frank yelled at Potter. James still managed to come in late and make the team repeat the drill, once again. The Griffindor team had already spent 19 minutes on the same speed drill, when the Slytherin Team showed up.

"Are you going to be done anytime soon?" Lucius asked.

"As soon as we are done with this drill," Longbottom replied, calmly.

"Hurry up! We have practice in 2 minutes," Lucius reminded him.

"And we have practice now, so run along." Frank then sped away towards his team. "Go."

"C'mon, James!" Sirius encouraged him. "Bloody Merlin, Lily is going to kill you!"

"Not helping," James panted as he flew, slowly, past Sirius.

"Well he—she is! You're ruining her reputation!"

"Bloody Merlin, I'm trying!!!"

"4—5"

"Hey, Jamie, could you go any slower?" Snape taunted from the stands.

"Shut up, you git!" Sirius yelled at him and punched Snape's stomach.

"7—8—9. James, you—you made it! You did it! You finally finished! I don't believe it. I didn't think you would ever finish!"

"I get the bloody point!" James heaved.

"Practice is over," Frank told his team, "go get showers and some sleep. Don't forget: game tomorrow!"

"Prongs, you did it! Good job!" Sirius commended him.

"Must—get—water. Water=good," James mumbled as he limped past Sirius towards his room.

Author's Notes: Sorry it took so long to write...I've been busy.

Next Chapter: Maybe I'll take BandGeek's advice...hehe...

Upcoming Events: Let's send them to an Amusement Park....I don't know why...but...oh well...