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Summary: So what goes on inside the brilliant mind of a certain Lily Evans? She's Head Girl…she's respectable…she's intelligent…she writes an awful lot about a certain dark haired boy…. and she's most likely going slightly insane.
A/N: Hee, hee, all your wonderful reviews make me so happy! Because of you wonderful people I am writing a chapter everyday. I just can't stop myself when you are all just so nice and ask for more! Now, for some comments:
Prongsie4028: It just isn't safe anywhere now a days. My sister hates squirrels. She's always known they were evil. I for one was quite alarmed when a spider tried to contaminate my pasta. This Inanimate and Animate Objects Conspiracy is getting out of control.
Ryanne: Was that in the first novel? I couldn't remember if he was supposed to be head boy or not. Don't worry; it'll all work out fine. : D
Dreamy-crazygirl: Oh don't worry; lack of sleep won't cause me to go crazy. I already am!
The Big Dance: I'm glad you like my story so much. : D As for how long this story will go on, I'm not entirely sure. I never planned to go past when they get together but perhaps if I get some good, funny ideas, there may be some past that.
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I'm listening to 'Vindicated' by Dashboard Confessional as I type this. I think in a weird way it sort of reflects this chapter. Well, at least what I have planned for it. My chapters often start to change as I write them. Well, I hope you enjoy this one as much as the others.
The Diary of Lily Evans Chapter Nine
Gryffindor Table – Breakfast
It's funny how my relationship is with James. I mean we were both being stupid and angry and suddenly everything is…dare I say it, back to normal.
Except for the fact that we're both dating other people.
Chelsea is sitting across from me.
We haven't spoken in days.
She's ticked off about what I'm doing to Charles.
Heck, I'm ticked off about what I'm doing to Charles.
In the week or so that I've been dating him and talking to him he's been so sweet that I don't know if I can hurt him, but in actuality, I'm hurting him even more by NOT doing anything.
He's walked me to class everyday. He's sitting next to me right now.
Well, actually in retrospect it's almost kind of smothering. I never thought about it like that before. I've always had my nose buried in here or I was just thinking and distracted.
But now it's kind of annoying.
But if I liked him in the way that I pretend to, it wouldn't bother me? Would it? If it were James, I'd be thrilled.
But it isn't James.
And I don't think it ever will be.
Not now anyways.
There's a line that we never crossed when it came to our bickering. We never actually MEANT to hurt the other person. We were just pressing each other's buttons.
He would pull a prank. I would yell. That was the order of things.
We're about a mile past that line now.
The table is all but empty now.
There's a boy named Charlie who is sliding down the bench to sit beside me.
Charlie is actually a cousin of Charles. I bet their family get-togethers are interesting.
"Hey Miss Evans."
"Hello Charlie."
Charlie tips his head sideways and watches me.
Charlie has this look about him.
This looks of deep intelligence that other people just don't have.
He always looks calm and controlled and yet, behind his eyes you know things are working at this super high pace. He also has an uncanny ability to read people.
"Feeling a bit lost, Lily?"
"You could say so."
Charlie paused.
"You haven't been speaking to Chelsea lately."
It was a statement rather than a question, but I nodded anyways.
"You had a disagreement."
More nodding.
Charlie paused again.
"You already know what to do."
And still more nodding from me, the part-time bobble head doll.
I then paused.
"But where do I start? I can't fix this all on my own."
"We all need a shove in the right direction from time to time. I believe that Chelsea would gladly shove you, or even drag you in the right direction if need be."
And there I go, nodding again.
"But you knew all of this already, didn't you?"
And instead of nodding right away, I pause and think.
I did know all of this, and yet I feel like it's the first time I've been told.
And I know that when I leave her, I'm going to act on it, even though it scares me senseless.
I nod slowly, "Yeah, I think I did,"
And as I speak, I can feel a strange hope inside of me. I feel that maybe, just maybe, things will be ok eventually.
"Charlie, you're wonderful. Thank you."
"Oh I haven't done anything. You said yourself that you already knew what you had to do," he said, smiling.
I open my mouth, wanting to tell him otherwise, but he had already stood up and was whistling softly as he walked down the isle and out of the Great Hall.
The Library
Chelsea?
Chelsea please don't ignore me.
You know I'd actually speak if Ms. Pince wouldn't kick me out the second I opened my mouth.
What do you want Lily?
I want to have my best friend back.
Have you broken up with Charles?
No. Not yet.
Then I have nothing to say to you.
Chelsea I need your help. I can't do this on my own. I need some one to walk me through it. I may not like Charles in the same way he likes me, but I desperately don't want to hurt him.
You should have thought about that before you said 'yes'.
I admit I was being stupid. I have been doing stupid things for a while now.
You can say that again.
So will you help me? Will you help me get through what I have to do?
Yeah, Lily, I will.
Gryffindor Common Room – Waiting for Potter
My, my, my, for someone who didn't want to document their life, you sure have been doing a lot of documentation.
It helped me. I really would have imploded with out it. Just like you told Madam Pomfrey I would.
That would have been messy.
Actually, imploding isn't. Exploding is.
Like that cauldron you and James blew up.
That was during one of my many lapses of common sense.
I think it was the pomegranate that did it.
Why's that?
It just sounds destructive.
Oh right. Of course.
Why are you waiting here again?
For Potter.
Oh right. Your some-day husband.
I think any chances of that are over. Our relationship is really… messed up right now.
You both seem civil.
That's because we called a truce.
Ah I see. Here he comes. Switch to the documenting mode.
Documentarium Spell: Recording>
James just reached the bottom of the stairs as Lily tucked her diary into her pocket.
"Ready?" James asked. Lily nodded and headed for the portrait hole.
They made their way to Dumbledore's office where he was waiting for them.
"Ah, Lily and James, I was so pleased when I can back to find you both gone. I trust you figured out how the door worked then?"
"Yes, we did professor."
"Very sneaky of you, professor." James acknowledged. Albus chucked.
"I'll leave you two to get busy then, shall I?"
The two students nodded and Dumbledore left. Lily handed James a pen and paper and took one of each for herself as well.
"Ok," Lily started, "we need to think of everything we need."
"Decorations."
"Yep. Like pumpkins and streamers."
"And bats that fly around."
"Um, alright."
"And severed heads on all of the tables."
"Don't get carried away, James."
"Yes, I suppose Nearly Headless Nick would feel left out."
"Not to mention all the people who would be sick to their stomachs," Lily muttered.
"Aw, does Lily not have a strong stomach?"
"My stomach is fine, James."
"Yes, I know."
And they fell into an easy silence as they wrote down all the decorations they could think of.
"Alright, what about refreshments?" Lily asked.
"Punch and snacks?"
"Sure, but what kind of punch and what types of snacks?"
"How about pumpkin juice dyed red, like blood?"
"It's definitely inventive."
"What, you don't like it? Do you have issues with blood?"
"No. I have issues drinking blood."
"Hmm….so you're not a vampire…"
"JAMES!"
"Joking, Lily."
Lily harrumphed loudly and yet at the same time relished at the fact that James was teasing her again.
"We still need snacks," James announced after a moment of silence.
"How about chips and cookies. The cookies could be in some gruesome shape that I'll let you choose."
"Oh Lily, you're just too sweet," James said, acting rather girlishly, even doing a nice little hand move. Lily stifled a laugh.
They carried on that way for a while, slipping into an easy atmosphere, just laughing and talking and making plans.
"There should be cake," Lily piped up.
"What type?"
"FLAN!"
"Flan?"
"You know, fruit flan!"
"No, I don't know fruit flan."
"Well it's the best cake EVER!" Lily exclaimed, jumping up from her chair. She was caught up in the moment and moving her arms wildly as she rushed to explain all about the glorious fruit flan.
"It's cake with whipped cream and fruit like strawberries and kiwi on top in a gaze and it's just so moist and delicious and---!"
And that's when Lily jumped, full of enthusiasm and failed to land on her feet and instead, landed in James' lap.
They both froze.
And then Lily recovered and rose slowly from her spot in James' lap and moved away, facing away from him and breathing heavily as if she had just been held underwater for several minutes.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly.
"It's…it's alright. I should go. Shelly's waiting for me to help her with her homework."
"Your girlfriend."
"Yeah. My girlfriend."
"Right."
James picked up his things and left quickly.
Lily sat down in her chair and stared at the desk in front of her.
She then slowly leaned forward until her forehead came in contact with the desk and then pulled her head back slightly and then let it drop back to the table.
"I'm so stupid," she muttered.
Documentarium Spell: Terminated>
A/N: Wow, I ended up cutting this chapter a bit shorter than I was going to. This seems like a good place to end it for today. I hope you're still enjoying this. I also hope this is making sense. Their actions may seem weird (why don't they just dump their boyfriend/girlfriend and make out already!) but life doesn't work that way, does it? If you have questions, please ask. Oh, and PLEASE review! Although, I don't think I need to remind you. You're all very good at reviewing. :D
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Caiti-pie: See, they're still planning the dance! Oh and don't worry. It will be very entertaining. The humour level in this story needs to go way up again. : D