"No, stylishness is the last thing people are thinking about us." James said a bit frustrated with his inability to just get to the point.
"Us? Aren't we talking about my pyjamas?" Lily said, even more confused. "I'm lost."
"Because I put my initials on the bottom of your pyjamas people have been thinking that… geeze, this is really strange to say… people think that you and I…are more than platonic friends…"
Lily face still displayed bewilderment.
"They think that you and I are dating. Hugging. Kissing. Leaving initials on one another's sleeping clothes, like dogs marking their territory."
"Oh," Lily said lifelessly. But inside her head, fragments of thought, idea, and feelings were spinning uncontrollably. Since the middle of sixth year Lily had stopped denying to herself the fact that she liked James in that "more than platonic" way. She thought maybe, maybe he might feel the same way about her, but, oh! He was upset by the fact that people thought they were "together".
"Well, that's not so bad. I mean, who cares what they think as long as we know the truth? And no—" Lily answered James just as he was opening his mouth to pose the question.
"I don't blame you for this. I mean," here she giggled, "can't people take a joke? Honestly….." She picked up her butterbeer and took a big gulp.
"That's just what I was thinking." James said with a similar, forced laugh.
He too picked up his frothy mug to fill the pause. Stretching his legs, he accidentally nudged Lily's foot. Their heads snapped up to see one another blushing like mad.
"Uh," they both began. "This is weird." James finished.
So this was totally short, and now I have writers block. Any ideas? And please review. I was actually re-reading some of the first chapters to get my story straight and they totally sucked! Suprised if anyone makes it to this chapter and actually reads this...
Liz