Showers, Paint, And Shouting
MY WONDERFUL REVIEWERS, SORRY THIS CHAPTER IS SO-O-O SHORT, I COULDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE TO ADD TO IT. I SWEAR THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE SO-O-O MUCH LONGER WITH SOME OOPS FROM LILY AND JAMES!!!!
snowy: Thank you for your ideas, I really appreciate it. I will do that.
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AS I STATED BEFORE. I SWEAR I WILL MAKE UP FOR THE SHORTNESS OF THIS CHAPTER BY MAKING THE NEXT ONE LONGER. LILY'S SLIGHTLY PEEVED AND IS GETTING A HARD TIME FROM CERTAIN PEAOPLE. COUGH, COUGH MARAUDERS COUGH AND EVIL FRIENDS COUGH,COUGH OKAY, OKAY, READ AND ENJOY. I'LL UPDATE SOON!!!!
CH.4
I could hear something crash in Lily's room, but I didn't go running in to her. I was afraid of her. I was truly afraid of Lily Evans. Why was I so afraid. You know, I could go with a quick shower right now. To clear my mind, ya know?
I stepped into the scalding hot shower and shuddered. I wanted to punish myself for always being such a prat in front of Lily. I glanced at the bottles in the shower and noticed only one of seven was mine. How much stuff do girls really need? I swear, it's kinda creepy. Let's see, Herbal Essence shampoo and conditioner, both pomegranate I notice, another minty shampoo. Two bottles of body wash, one full and the other only half full. She seemed to like the green one more than the blue. Then last there was some kind of body wash lotion stuff. Girls are so complicated. The shower is beginning to cool down. I look at my forearm and see raw, red skin. I chuckle lightly and took a bar of soap off the soap rack and lather up. I stand letting the pounding of the stinging water wash away my thoughts. Finally I decide it's enough water for one night and hop out of the shower, rapping a towel around my waist. Crap, I left my pajamas in my room. Oh well, Lily's probably still in her room so it doesn't matter.
I scuttled into the common room to find the fireplace without a single ember glowing. Quickly I ran to my room to change into warmer clothes than a towel, namely some clean boxers and a t-shirt. I walked back into the common room and stooped in front of the fire to try and get it going again. After about twenty minutes of fighting I sat in front of a roaring fire and rested on the couch. Glancing at my watch I notice that it was already midnight. I must have taken longer in the shower than I thought. I sat on the couch a little longer then got up. As I walked past Lily's door I heard soft crying.
I walked into her room and found her kneeling on the ground in front of an empty easel. A broken vase lay near the door and I stepped around it. I walked closer and saw that she had a canvas propped up against the bottom of the easel with a paper bag under it. The paper bag had an assortment of colors on it and a variety of paintbrushes spread out in a semi-circle. Lily held a large paintbrush with green paint and swirled it around the canvas where a variety of colors was already splashed. Lily wore a white camisole and what looked like dark blue pajama bottoms that were roughly cut to her knees and had paint stains on them. I tried to suppress a laugh as I noticed Lily's normally very tidy hair loosely up in a bun with many pieces spiraling down in a disarrayment of auburn. She looked so beautiful, yet she was crying. Beautiful emerald eyes shown bright and sad as silent tears were streaming down her soft cheeks. All I wanted to do was just wanted to kiss each one away Instead, because I didn't want to be murdered or maimed, I sat down next to her and put a hand softly on her back.
"Do you want to torment me more, Potter?" This was said in a cracked whisper. Had I really hurt her that badly? "No, I just heard you crying and I wanted to come and comfort you." Big Mistake! She rounded on me, very angry, I might add. "How dare you, Potter! You come in here and think immediately that you can try to comfort the so-called 'damsel in distress.' I can handle my own, Potter. I have so far and I'm doing a damn fine job of it so get out of my face! I do not want you to come in here again, do you hear me?" She was shrieking by the end of this.
"Oh, MY...You are such an independent little priss that you can't accept any help or comfort can you?! You are such a pathetic, stupid, rude, redhead! And by the way, you think your so pretty, well you're NOT! Your ugly, your hair is so ugly and oily and...and...and" I shouted at her and stormed out. Why does she have to be so damn irritable all the time.
I stomped to my room and slammed the door. She is so-o-o-o irritating! I can't stand her. I already have a plan to get back at her. A prank dare I say. She needs to be taught a lesson. Gees, why does she have such an effect on me? I swear, I am so-o-o over her. Then again...
