Title: We Belong Together… NOT
Author: Arista Ramabra
Genre: Drama/ Humor
Rating: T- maybe even PG-14…
Disclaimer: see chapter 1. Oh and the 'unusually-and-exceedingly-peculiar...' line comes from the song 'What is This Feeling' from the musical Wicked.
IMPORTANT A/N: I do wish that people who look at this story decide to review… for then I'd be a very happy person… 43 people looked at this… 4 decided to review… I'm extremely upset… but for the four people (out of the 30 odd something people that have me on author alert/ story alert) I dedicate this chapter: hypa4evr, clarebear24235, notdapunkprincess and callmequeen. I'm upset that not even friends- people that I've been seeing in school have reviewed… But I really like this story so I'm continuing with this for me… I always make it a point to review everything I read… everything… I know that people would be just as overjoyed as I would be to receive a review… If you don't like it at least tell me what it is that you don't like about this… even flame… For that means you read it, ya? I'm very disappointed… that's all… And just for the record… Chapter 6 of EMM is with my beta… it should be out soon…
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FOR 'hypa4evr' AND 'callmequeen' AND 'clarebear24235' AND 'notdapunkprincess'
Recap of Chapter 1: Lily finds that she has to make a sudden trip with her friends to avoid a family outing.
Chapter 2: Of Families and Bothersome Guys
Oh No… not good… not good at all. I was sitting on my bed, suitcase packed for my trip two hours to go till my France trip. France. It'd taken me two hours to grasp the fact that we were going to France. The country that my family was going to in a couple of days. Not good. I really didn't want my family to embarrass me- especially if there was some hot guy around. That'd definitely ruin my chances with him… Plus I really didn't want my friends to comment on how my brother was so well behaved and how my sister was so bratty and my mother so perfect and my father so funny. Like any of that was true! My brother was the brat of the family. He gets what he wants all the time for my parents always dote on him, him being the youngest one of the family. That resulted in him turning into a terribly spoiled brat. My sister the… unusually-and-exceedingly-peculiar-and-all-together-quite-impossible-to-describe one of the family. Well I guess she could be the brat too. She also always got what she wanted because she was the oldest. All the make-up and jewels and dresses were always waiting at her door. Talk about spoiled. And plus she was jealous that I got the looks of the family. She's hated me since I turned 13. Well, Her hate actually started when I was eleven but it reached its highest point when I turned 13. Oh well. I didn't need a sister like her. Anyway, moving on.
My mother was the prim and proper type as any mother is- but only in public. At home… she's totally weird. She sings at random moments, eats at random hours and dresses real… weird. Let's just say that there is a reason that I don't invite guys over. And my father is your average worker, occasionally taking the family on vacations and games and dinners (if he's had a promotion) but that's only sometimes. Most of the time he's glued to 'the game' on TV or listening to the 'oldies' and just acting plain old weird. And then there's the humor. Or lack thereof. He cannot crack a joke to save his life. Sound familiar? Yeah. That's what I thought.
Anyway back to the problem at hand. For the past two hours I've been interrupted several times by my friends calling to inform me of the place we are to stay and all that jazz. We are to stay at the Horreur Hôtel. Translation: Horror Hotel. Fits my vacation very well. Horror hotel for my horror trip as I'd soon after the phone call decided to dub it. After a couple of more phone calls I'd found that we had only one room for the four of us (how fair is that!) and that Monika wanted to be the first to shower (don't ask- for I myself don't know.) And now here I am sitting on my bed thinking about my 'oh-so-horrible!' dramatic life. Could things get any worse?
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I jumped out of the car and after a rushed good-bye to my family ran down the platform. I glanced up at the huge clock and found it reading 4:40. I panicked and ran even harder, stumbling several times due to the huge suitcase as I ran up and down the station, trying to find my compartment. Trust your family to make you late at the last minute. Your stupid brother wanting to show some bugs in his collection the train station- as if they know it's a station. And you sister not able to find the correct accessories to match her clothes. What kind of freak dresses up to go to the train station? Especially when she's just going to sit in the car where no hot guys can see you? My sister apparently. And your mother fussing over you and you father wanting the whole family together for a group photo. It just takes up a ton of time. Why don't my friends have families like mine? It's not fair.
I glanced at the clock again. 4:43. Oh no! Wait. Make that 4:44. Not good. I just decided to clamber into the first open compartment. And then suddenly the whistle blew and the train started to move slowly. I ran to the first compartment I saw and as if practiced the door flew open, a black-haired head stuck out followed by and hand that helped me into the train just as it started to pick up speed. Whew! Talk about close call! But in that moment my suitcase had flown to the opposite end of the compartment and was open, clothes strewn about on the floor. Very feminine clothes, too. I hurriedly gathered up all the clothes and stuffing them in my suitcase I sat atop it, trying to close it. It was then that I got a good look the person that's helped me onboard. Well at least his (I was quite sure he was a guy) back- which I have to admit was very, very cute.
"Uh… thanks," I said to him. He turned around just as I looked down to close the zipper.
"No problem," he said in a deep, very sexy voice. And as he saw that I was struggling with the zipper he knelt beside me and helped my close it fully. It was then that I got to see his face. And I screamed.
I'd totally expected a very cute looking, very sexy, very, very nice, funny guy. But unfortunately for me the guy that I saw wasn't any of those. Well… that'd be lying. He was very cute and sexy but he was not the nicest or the funniest guy. He was exactly the opposite.
"Why? What's wro-" the guy started before he looked at me properly.
"Oh. Oh. Oh. Evans," he said, grinning lazily at me. I glared in return.
"Potter," I hissed through gritted teeth.
I got up and hurried to the door, trying to wrench the door open. Just my luck. It was locked. Of course if it were school I'd just whip out my wand and storm my way out. But alas this was a mere muggle train. I had to live with the fact that I was in a room with a locked door with no way of opening it unless someone happened to come in.
"The door's locked," stated Potter.
"Thank you captain Obvious." I rolled my eyes.
"So you're stuck. Here. With me." He grinned once more.
"Really?" I asked him sarcastically. He nodded.
"Yeah. So you might as well sit. He patted the seat next to him. Ugh! No way was I going to sit there.
"No thanks," I said and took a seat by my suitcase. Potter shrugged.
"Suit yourself." Than he reached under his… um… bottom and pulled out something white held in a ball in his fist. He let it loose and asked, "Is this yours?"
I looked at it closely and abruptly realized that it was indeed mine. I blushed.
"Give that here!" I shrieked. He shrugged and threw it in my face. I hurriedly picked up my bra and stuffed it in my suitcase. By the time I'd managed to close it, he was lying down on the floor, munching an apple, humming a tune. I sighed, knowing that it was going to be one long train journey. I grabbed a book out of my handbag, still flushed from anger, embarrassment, and frustration. I started at the open page, venting out my frustrations by glaring at it. Too bad unlike people books don't react to glares. I felt James sidle up to me, lying down beside me, slipping his head between my arms. I looked down at him angrily.
"What do you want?" I cried, exasperated.
"Nothing. I was just wondering how you can read a book upside down." I looked at the book held in my hands. It was indeed upside down.
I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. I tried to cool myself down, taking deep breaths, hoping the color would go back down. Unfortunately it just made it worse. I probably looked like a tomato and with my auburn hair to match, I probably looked much worse. Apparently Potter was thinking much on the same lines as me for he started to chuckle looking at my face. I frowned. He seemed to think it even more comical for His face turned red from holding back the laughter. Not fair! I pouted. Then he was rolling around the floor heaving in suppressed laughter. And the red still wasn't down!
"Evans," Potter heaved between fits of laughter. "You- have- to- change your- face- like- like- like this- permanently!" He started laughing openly now his head back between my arms. I tried to shake him out but he was laughing so hard now and I was finding it impossible to move him. Damn guys and their great bodies! While great bods are good to look at they are IMPOSSIBLE to move! Arg!
And to add to all my troubles, my, Oh! So, darling friends chose this moment of all to open the door. Oh! What perfect timing… NOT!
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Personal Thank-you's
Hypa4evr- thank you so much for being there for almost every chapter since chapter 2 of EMM… it means a lot to me… thanks a TON!
Callmequeen- I hope the an wasn't too harsh… and ya… go mocha… 2 dedications already… not bad… kay then… thanks for the summary and title… u want credit for it?
Clarebear24235- lol yas luv.. she was named after you though she isn't anything like you, kay? Al right then… I added a bit more for you… at the end… take a look…
notdapunkprincess- I'm glad you like at least one of my sotries… :D