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and then you die...Holy Catfish! Oh lord love a duck! I'm rambling about sh-
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a/n I would just like to say that raping and child abuse etc. is bad and if I could afford it I would take in and protect every woman child man pet etc that is hurt touched talked to meanly or has had any wrong done to them I do not support the people that harm their loved ones or what should be loved ones. If you need help call a hotline that can help you. please. We love you and care, hang in there and someday I'll take you in.
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James awoke and thought he was still asleep. He was in the air. No, he was in a tree. Wait, was he? It was dark all around. How the hell did I get in a tree? His day started to recollect around him.
James loved Lily. That's really the thing that started the thing. [Think about it and maybe you can tell me exactly what I just wrote because I don't get it either]. James had always tried to talk to Lily. These "talks" had always somehow turned into "pranks." Lily was quite annoyed by all these "talks" and had always tried to avoid them. And James couldn't blame her; I mean if someone had glued her books, shoes, clothes, and hair in place he would have definitely avoided that person too. Especially if he had long beautiful hair like Lily's. He dreamed of being with that hair all the time. Waking up with that hair beside him was the farthest dream from reality...along with a few other dreams that were just slightly inappropriate. So James had tried and tried to talk to her and ended up with pranks. Just stop it James! Stop it! He always thought whenever he did this. James gave up on talking to her at school. He had contacted her brother about three years ago. It took him a few months to convince him that he wasn't like some kind of murderer out to get Lily. He would never hurt her. Lily was beautiful. She was like a fragile flower. And yet, even though people don't usually add this analogy but flowers could take bad storms, wind, and still come back and keep on growing. Lilies could be cut in half and still grow like a normal flower, except there would be two of them. Very withstanding, lilies are. If he ever got the honour, no honour was too corny......well if he ever got to even date Lily he would be so incredibly changed and able it wouldn't even be worthy of "Extreme Makeovers."
From Lily's brother, Herb, he found out that Lily liked chocolate, all music, climbing, writing, dreaming, acting, talking, reading, typing on her typewriter (he had needed to ask around to find out what that was), getting mail (muggle and owl), lime green, yellow, and other bright colours, laughing, singing, sewing, swimming, painting, having sleepovers, watching movies, taking pictures, going on vacation, naming what normal people (the freaks) would call inanimate objects, practicing magic, strawberry cream cheese, talking in Spanglish, hanging with her cat, riding her bike, and other things. Stuff that had caught James as surprising were things like searching for a place she could feel like was home or roots, looking at other religions and wondering why people considered them bad, avoiding her problems to help other people, not telling people stuff, finding her soul, crying about things that Herb hadn't figured out was about, optical illusions, getting inspired by something randomly and writing about it or saying stories under her breath, trying to figure out her purpose, getting huge waves of curiosity about things and researching on it for days at a time to try and find answers, not telling stuff, astrology, studying numbers and their relations to other things, logic problems, writing a list about how redheads should rule the world and are cooler (he just thought that was downright funny), the interpitation of dreams, and many other things.
He also figured out that if he came to Lily's house she would attack him, spray him with mace, throw raw meat and frozen peas at him, and then can him in the dumpster. He had been recommended to not come on Tuesdays because that's when the garbage was taken out. Thursdays were safe though because she probably wouldn't see any reason to recycle him. James then wrote back and asked Herb if there was a place that she went a lot where she was alone and peaceful and perhaps her fiery redhead temper would be caught off guard and wouldn't be ready to attack. Herb had answered simply, Willa. James said that she would have to be alone and that she couldn't be with her friend, neighbor, or whoever Willa. Herb wrote back that Willa was a Willow Tree that she went to whenever she had good news, drama, or just questions about life, or needed alone time.
James knew immediately that even though she was alone this would be hard. She, being the non trusting person she was that hardly even told her friends anything about anything would probably, magic or not, booby-trapped the tree. Then after trying to think of charms that would protect him something clicked, whenever she was sad, worried, stressed, or extremely happy she would say to herself in her dramatic little voice "oh Willa!" as though speaking to her friend or whoever. Only James had ever really paid attention to it. Who was this Willa and why was she so important? He often pondered to himself.
James wanted to know everything possible about this mysterious gir-no woman. He wanted to know why she concealed herself from the world, who she liked, who she despised, why she brushed her teeth one to two times a day and not three, how she brushed her hair, what her parents (gasp!) were like, what she wanted to be, who had crushed her dreams if anyone had dared crushed them, why she felt more comforted by an inanimate object than a person, why she didn't trust anyone, why she hates staying in the same place for a long time, if she could teach him how to use a typewriter (hey they look like fun), why she talked about vinyl with her friends that weren't brought up with magic (what the heck is it?!), and if she dreamed in colour. Why is her lucky number 6? Why is 8 unlucky? Who the heck is this Muffin Man she and her friends talk about? Why is she happiest when she's acting? Why doesn't she hate country? How does she see a difference between rain storms? (Literally, she'd wake up and say this is a happy rain or this is a sad rain? How does she see a story from a bookstore gift certificate?! How can she be a picky eater but also eat strange concoctions like peanut butter, pickles, chocolate, apple, and strawberry cream cheese on bread? Everything is so mysterious about her. Every girl he'd dated before her had been self-explanatory girls that weren't so complex. Lily was like a fricken calculus problem equation thing, except she didn't even have a sure answer. [NSR desperately wishes that the song Meet Virginia existed in the 70's so that James could describe Lily as that]. Lily was free. Free spirit. Free soul. Flower child. Open minded. All around optimistically free. She didn't even dress like the other girls. Even though uniform was required at Hogwarts every girl worked around it wearing the robes open with jeans, skirts, shirts, and other stuff underneath. Lily would layer clothes, shirts over shirts, and skirts and sarongs over pants. Various things could be found in her hair such as random colourful clips, pencils, pigtails at strange angles, side ponytails, and other stuff James didn't know the name of.
No matter how strange Lily was, James was in love. Smitten for life and that was that. The end. Sincerely yours. Love James. What you think may be true, but its not (as his Aunt would sign letters). That was that. Goodbye.
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a/n I would just like to say that raping and child abuse etc. is bad and if I could afford it I would take in and protect every woman child man pet etc that is hurt touched talked to meanly or has had any wrong done to them I do not support the people that harm their loved ones or what should be loved ones. If you need help call a hotline that can help you. please. We love you and care, hang in there and someday I'll take you in.
????????????
James awoke and thought he was still asleep. He was in the air. No, he was in a tree. Wait, was he? It was dark all around. How the hell did I get in a tree? His day started to recollect around him.
James loved Lily. That's really the thing that started the thing. [Think about it and maybe you can tell me exactly what I just wrote because I don't get it either]. James had always tried to talk to Lily. These "talks" had always somehow turned into "pranks." Lily was quite annoyed by all these "talks" and had always tried to avoid them. And James couldn't blame her; I mean if someone had glued her books, shoes, clothes, and hair in place he would have definitely avoided that person too. Especially if he had long beautiful hair like Lily's. He dreamed of being with that hair all the time. Waking up with that hair beside him was the farthest dream from reality...along with a few other dreams that were just slightly inappropriate. So James had tried and tried to talk to her and ended up with pranks. Just stop it James! Stop it! He always thought whenever he did this. James gave up on talking to her at school. He had contacted her brother about three years ago. It took him a few months to convince him that he wasn't like some kind of murderer out to get Lily. He would never hurt her. Lily was beautiful. She was like a fragile flower. And yet, even though people don't usually add this analogy but flowers could take bad storms, wind, and still come back and keep on growing. Lilies could be cut in half and still grow like a normal flower, except there would be two of them. Very withstanding, lilies are. If he ever got the honour, no honour was too corny......well if he ever got to even date Lily he would be so incredibly changed and able it wouldn't even be worthy of "Extreme Makeovers."
From Lily's brother, Herb, he found out that Lily liked chocolate, all music, climbing, writing, dreaming, acting, talking, reading, typing on her typewriter (he had needed to ask around to find out what that was), getting mail (muggle and owl), lime green, yellow, and other bright colours, laughing, singing, sewing, swimming, painting, having sleepovers, watching movies, taking pictures, going on vacation, naming what normal people (the freaks) would call inanimate objects, practicing magic, strawberry cream cheese, talking in Spanglish, hanging with her cat, riding her bike, and other things. Stuff that had caught James as surprising were things like searching for a place she could feel like was home or roots, looking at other religions and wondering why people considered them bad, avoiding her problems to help other people, not telling people stuff, finding her soul, crying about things that Herb hadn't figured out was about, optical illusions, getting inspired by something randomly and writing about it or saying stories under her breath, trying to figure out her purpose, getting huge waves of curiosity about things and researching on it for days at a time to try and find answers, not telling stuff, astrology, studying numbers and their relations to other things, logic problems, writing a list about how redheads should rule the world and are cooler (he just thought that was downright funny), the interpitation of dreams, and many other things.
He also figured out that if he came to Lily's house she would attack him, spray him with mace, throw raw meat and frozen peas at him, and then can him in the dumpster. He had been recommended to not come on Tuesdays because that's when the garbage was taken out. Thursdays were safe though because she probably wouldn't see any reason to recycle him. James then wrote back and asked Herb if there was a place that she went a lot where she was alone and peaceful and perhaps her fiery redhead temper would be caught off guard and wouldn't be ready to attack. Herb had answered simply, Willa. James said that she would have to be alone and that she couldn't be with her friend, neighbor, or whoever Willa. Herb wrote back that Willa was a Willow Tree that she went to whenever she had good news, drama, or just questions about life, or needed alone time.
James knew immediately that even though she was alone this would be hard. She, being the non trusting person she was that hardly even told her friends anything about anything would probably, magic or not, booby-trapped the tree. Then after trying to think of charms that would protect him something clicked, whenever she was sad, worried, stressed, or extremely happy she would say to herself in her dramatic little voice "oh Willa!" as though speaking to her friend or whoever. Only James had ever really paid attention to it. Who was this Willa and why was she so important? He often pondered to himself.
James wanted to know everything possible about this mysterious gir-no woman. He wanted to know why she concealed herself from the world, who she liked, who she despised, why she brushed her teeth one to two times a day and not three, how she brushed her hair, what her parents (gasp!) were like, what she wanted to be, who had crushed her dreams if anyone had dared crushed them, why she felt more comforted by an inanimate object than a person, why she didn't trust anyone, why she hates staying in the same place for a long time, if she could teach him how to use a typewriter (hey they look like fun), why she talked about vinyl with her friends that weren't brought up with magic (what the heck is it?!), and if she dreamed in colour. Why is her lucky number 6? Why is 8 unlucky? Who the heck is this Muffin Man she and her friends talk about? Why is she happiest when she's acting? Why doesn't she hate country? How does she see a difference between rain storms? (Literally, she'd wake up and say this is a happy rain or this is a sad rain? How does she see a story from a bookstore gift certificate?! How can she be a picky eater but also eat strange concoctions like peanut butter, pickles, chocolate, apple, and strawberry cream cheese on bread? Everything is so mysterious about her. Every girl he'd dated before her had been self-explanatory girls that weren't so complex. Lily was like a fricken calculus problem equation thing, except she didn't even have a sure answer. [NSR desperately wishes that the song Meet Virginia existed in the 70's so that James could describe Lily as that]. Lily was free. Free spirit. Free soul. Flower child. Open minded. All around optimistically free. She didn't even dress like the other girls. Even though uniform was required at Hogwarts every girl worked around it wearing the robes open with jeans, skirts, shirts, and other stuff underneath. Lily would layer clothes, shirts over shirts, and skirts and sarongs over pants. Various things could be found in her hair such as random colourful clips, pencils, pigtails at strange angles, side ponytails, and other stuff James didn't know the name of.
No matter how strange Lily was, James was in love. Smitten for life and that was that. The end. Sincerely yours. Love James. What you think may be true, but its not (as his Aunt would sign letters). That was that. Goodbye.
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