First off, thank you to everyone who pointed out I double posted a chapter. I dunno how it happened but not to worry, because it's fixed now! I probably wouldn't have figured it out without you guys being the ditz that I am so thanks again! :P And also thank you all for all of those encouraging reviews, it really made me feel good about myself :)

Okay, next item. Tomorrow until sometime late next week I'll be on vacation in the Bahamas so I won't be able to update during then, but I promise the minute I get back I'll be right here, writing away.

Now, enough of this, onto what you all have been waiting for! Enjoi :)

Lily

It was as if someone had a giant remote control for life and had just pushed the pause button. Just like that the burning embers in the fire stopped crackling, James's chest stopped moving rapidly, my heart stopped beating as if it were going to explode right out of my chest. Then just as quickly as it stopped, the play button was pushed and everything came rushing at me. I took a small step backwards, catching my breath.

James Potter just asked me to go to the Graduate Ball with him.

I repeated that phrase over and over in my head until I realized I was still in the common room, and James was still staring at me, waiting for an answer. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know if my throat would let me say anything. I wanted to look into his eyes, to wrap my arms around him and kiss him, just like in the actresses movies. But unfortunately I'm not an actress, so instead I fixed my gaze on his fuzzy red slippers and kept my arms folded across my chest. I took a deep breath and swallowed hard, trying to figure out what to say.

"I..uh..er.."

I swallowed again. I can do this, I thought. Just say it. Just say yes.

"Ye..llow," I said blankly.

"You okay?" James asked softly, holding out his hand. I stepped out of reach.

And if that wasn't bad enough, then I did the unthinkable.

I ran.

I ran all the way up the stairs to the girls dormitory and to my bed, flinging myself down on it and pulling my duvet over my head.

And that's where I lay now, wondering what the hell is wrong with me.

Yellow, I ask you. Yellow!

I might as well just die now. Just sink right through the bed into the pits of hell, where I may burn forever.

There I was. Standing alone in the common room with James. Being asked by him to the ball. And I said yellow.

Yellow! I couldn't even manage to screw up my life with a decent color.

I rolled over on my back, staring up at the ceiling. I don't get it. I just don't get it. I want to be with him. It took me seven years to figure it out, but I finally did. And now, when I get the oppurtunity to have a wish come true, I completely mess it up. Typical me.

And poor James..

If I was confused by this, he must be ten times more. I wonder if he's still in the common room, marveling at what the word yellow might mean (or how stupid I must be for saying it). I wonder how he put up with me all these years.

I groaned, laying my head down on my pillow.

I blew it. Blew any chance of going to the ball with James. He must think I'm a total git, not even answering him. I commited the worst thing you can do in my situation. A stutter and run. No, a color and run. I felt my eyes glaze over and my cheeks started to get wet. Why am I so stupid? Why couldn't I just say yes? A three letter, one syllable, y-e-s! Or even yeah! But no, that would be too simple for Lily Evans. I have to not only ruin my chances with James, but completely embarrass myself in the process!

My pillow was no longer under my head, but under my fists. Once I had finished taking out all my anger I collapsed, letting the tears flow. I silently cried until I couldn't cry anymore. Not only over James, but in frustration with myself. When the tears had finally stopped I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I'll just have to face it.

I lost him.

I blew it.

Unless..

But maybe...

I sat up in bed. Maybe I didn't blow it. Maybe there's still a chance. If I really did love James, I'm not going to lie here in bed and feel sorry myself. I screwed up. So, I'll make it better. But I can't be nervous. No more shy girl. Tomorrow I'm going to march right up to James and explain to him that I wasn't myself tonight (sometimes you have to bend the truth!) and that I would love to go the the ball with him.

Yes, that's what I'll do. If not, I may never get another chance with James again. With that thought in mind, I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

Smiling slightly, I climbed out of bed and crept over to my wardrobe, slowly pulling open the doors. I sat down on the floor and at two o'clock in the morning I took out every piece of yellow clothing I own and dumped them into a trash bag, planning on burning it the next day.