Hola! Long time no update, I know, but I do have a good reason! My internet just got fixed. So no you can't hurt me! I feel a changing of the tides coming, so I have decided to change my sn (especially since HarryPotterRocksThinker is just a little on the lame side). Hopefully I'll use Silly&Sirius as long as it hasn't already been snagged. But anyways, I hope this chapter lives up to the others, you know I'm a little outta practice…
Chapter 8: Inside Out
The first thing James noticed the next morning was the blinding pain just above his right temple. He had celebrated his victory the night before by drinking so much alcohol it would have killed a wildebeest.
He opened his eyes to find a dim light piercing through the window and all of his roommates asleep. He crawled out of bed and into the bathroom. His reflection was even more terrible than it usually was in the morning; his hair was extra tousled-looking, his eyes were gummed up, and the entire left side of his face appeared to have been smeared with chocolate.
Following a quick wash-up, James quietly left the room and headed downstairs. After Sirius' conversation the night before, he had been completely at a loss. Lily and Remus hadn't even been with each other, but instead with their separate groups of friends. He had feuded with himself over whether to talk to Lily, go to bed, or get extremely drunk. He had, of course, chosen the last one.
He entered the Common Room to find it deserted. The clock on the wall read 5:11. "No wonder no one's up yet," James muttered to himself. He plopped down on one of the over-stuffed couches and stared at the glowing red ashes of the dwindling fire. The ashes slowly began molding into bright swirls as James thought over his situation. He felt completely different since the fall, almost as though the sudden impact had jolted him from his cloud and slammed him back to earth even harder mentally than physically. The selfishness that had once occupied all areas of his brain was now replaced by a type of equality, making him realize that he wasn't perfect, and obviously Lily didn't think he was either. But he still couldn't help liking her, possibly even more now than before.
As James sat there, thinking, Lily awoke. The few sunrays that peaked through the curtains landed on her face. The clock on her bedside table flashed 5:27. Sally and Candy were softly snoring in the beds beside hers. She got out of bed silently, brushed her teeth, went quietly downstairs and looked into the Common Room. A single shadow traced across the floor and up the wall. James' head poked up over the back of the couch. She could just see the side of his face. He looked… different, the way he looked on the night of the dance. A sudden feeling of desire filled all corners of her brain, but it was immediately squashed. "I have a boyfriend; a good boyfriend! Yeah we aren't doing that well right now, but so what, it's not like we won't make up! Well, maybe we won't, but what's it matter?! I STILL CAN'T LIKE POTTER!" she thought desperately. Her emotions overruled her thoughts and she walked over to the couch where James sat. His head snapped up as Lily came into his line of vision.
"Oh, hey, I didn't hear you come in," he said with a big yawn.
"You weren't asleep, were you?" questioned Lily.
"No, no, just thinking."
"About?"
"Stuff…"
"Oh."
A silence fell over the room as James resumed his staring into the fire. Lily sat down beside James and looked at him. Her eyes drifted over the gentle arch of his forehead, the depths of his eyes, the slope of his nose, his perfect lips, and over his chin. She sighed loudly and James looked at her.
"James?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry."
"Why?"
"Because… well…" Lily stuttered. She moved her face towards James'. Her lips touched his softly. Before she could kiss him, he pulled away.
"Lily," James groaned, cupping his face in his hands. Lily stared, flabbergasted, at James. Was this the James that had liked her since first year? The same James that used every pick-up line in the book on her? The same James that made a move on her at least once a week? And now he refused to kiss her?!!
"Lily," he said again. "Think about Remus Lily! You can't do that to him." James lifted up his head and stared into her eyes. "You just can't," he whispered.
He stood up and walked out of the portrait hole. If he had looked behind he would have seen a single tear drift down Lily's cheek.
tear Yeah, I know this was a very cheesy chappie, but I thought it sorta fit… I thought about making it longer, but I decided to stop here. I really hope you liked it and that I'm writing just as well now as before I left. So write me a review and tell me what you think!! Just cause I was gone for a while doesn't mean I don't remember that you're supposed to review! Ok, well, ill see ya next chapter!