This chapter was particularly difficult to write... I hope you'll understand. I was trying to find words for the ideas in my head...and sometimes I couldn't be quite so faithful towards them.
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1. FallenMystery with 511 words: Thank you for all of the reviews! that was sooooo sweet! i love reviews! reviewsgood! goodyour fic...i should finish reading that...so many people have been asking me to read their fics lately...i am so busy! I'll have to get back to you on the snickerdoodles...i still haven't caught up with the last batch. your little spiel about chocolate pie without chocolate or whipped cream...hehehehahahahehehe pie crust! you shouldn't put your pen name down like that, you'll hurt it's feelings...plus i think its really cool! well you won! good job...now i need to come up with really wacky requirements for the next chapter...muah-hahahahaha!
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unknownspecies, (nice and dramatic): unfortunately it was not long enough...but it was probably the most truthful review!NEW REVIEWER! i love you guys!i apologize now for all the typos and other mistakes i made...like james parents dying too early because theyare supposed to die sometime after school...but i won't bore you with my theory. how did you know i was looking at you when you typed that! do you have ESP? okay...what am i doing right now... (other than the chocolate cookies you want won't fit into the disc drive!)
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Lily's POV
I sat there.
I heard nothing but the loud droning of silence in between the scratching of my handsome quill against parchment.
I felt nothing but the pressure coursing through my hand with each formation of a perfect letter, and a pain on the top of my head exactly where I had injured myself on James the previous night.
I occasionally saw a red bang nastily throw itself into my line of vision; and heard the tiniest of grunts emit from my throat as frustration was again triggered within me.
My eyelids were gaining weight and fast. In a few minutes time I would drift into a empty sleep, but thoughts entered my head, and jumbled everything around, triggering more thoughts and little theories on life.
Why couldn't I just have been a normal well to do muggle? Why couldn't I have had a life filled with simple worries about does my hair look perfect? Or is Billy really staring at me?
Complication, my very good friend, introduced magic into my life, as well as Madam Malkin's, and mandrakes, and mermen, and mean old James Potter.
He could very well have been the biggest prat in the bloody castle, or world for that matter.
He had never understood anyone, or was it that I had never understood him.
Why did I harbor such hatred towards him.
A hatred which pumped through my veins, danced upon my skin, and poured by the bucketful out of my mouth.
I didn't want to remember why my feelings had changed from hate to friend, but it was impossible to forget.
The hard knot in my chest settled a bit.
My pulse was dominating the other sounds in the library. It pounded loudly in my ears until the room went deathly silent, and a dark veil passed from before my eyes.
Then it hit me, like a fish lurking out of sight, just beneath the surface of a impenetrable lake, the kind of fish which always ended up biting you painfully in the backside.
My eyelids shot back into my head and I jumped out of my seat, banging my elbow on the wooden table.
Ow!
All those years of raw emotion…could one truly confuse the purest of hatreds with the most intense of passions.
How was I to have known what that felt like?
I never felt anything close to it before.
"Oh no!" The knot in my chest doubled in size and I had the sickening feeling which only inhabits your body when you're nervous.
Would I get there in time, was he already over me?
Or were the fairies in my stomach dooming me to an early path of spinster-ship.
I thought I had blown it before, but what I assumed was LJ-bomb detonating was truly the initiation of my realization.
The realization of the tiny two letter word which typically propped up two worlds upon its tiny span: US.
Could US be defined through rows and repetitive actions?
Was this destined to be the Lily and James US?
I raced out of the library, up the stairs, through the tapestry, up more stairs, and came to a screeching halt before James' door.
I was wringing my hands. The reflection of a flickering candle flame danced upon the golden plate: Head Boy James Potter.
It teased me. I quickly plastered a would-be-real-if-I-hadn't-been-wrong-about-James-for-six-years-of-my-life smile on my face and braced myself for what I was about to witness.
Because everyone knows rash actions shake you out of your own head, forcing you to float above as the bimbo currently taking up residence in your mind takes control of your life.
James POV
Ahh…My Lily flower.
If only you loved me…I would wrap you in my arms and fly you away…even if your friends hexed me into oblivion.
I would crash and burn three…no…four…no…maybe... 500,000,000,000,000 eternities over.
I know it must be hard for you…losing your parents…it is hard to be alone…after that...but…if you let me…you wouldn't have to walk all on your own.
Ugh….Drama has permanently taken control of my mind.
I can't stand being shut up in my own head.
Why couldn't I have just loved a normal girl?
One who would stop plunging dagger after bloody dagger into my heart every time she….well…existed without me.
I didn't want to hurt her, but I wanted it to hurt when she thought about me as happened when I thought of her.
She was so...perfect, a red-haired brain with a wand….that looks funny…..(note to mental self: tell Sirius about funny Lily-brain)…but really…I knew something was missing.
After all, my life was just a jumble of nothing so far: pranks, loss, lack of love.
Lily always managed to forget about hearts.
Her heart, McGonagall's heart, Sirius' heart (if there was one under the caked on gooey layers of insanity), the Fat Lady's heart (wait…do paintings have hearts?), Krizz's heart, my heart.
I have told myself for the longest time to let her go, hoping I would no longer drown in the bottomless lake of her attitude…but I never really listened to myself.
My life wasn't how I planned it to be!
I always dreamed of happiness and riches of the heart, but that was about as likely to come true as my wildest dream: Lily looking me in the eyes and telling me she loved me.
Click!
I saw the door spring open, and the girl who often wandered around lost inside my head, popped her head through the slit in the door, a fake grin in tow, before shoving the door open….rather forcefully.
Lily's POV
Crash!
I pulled the door away from the red wall in order to examine the indent of the door-knob which I had just decorated James' room with.
The false grin I held on my face slowly slipped out my control and dropped onto the floor, fleeing.
I stood there, with nothing but my flustered, empty mind and impulsive urges to guide me. Where were they in my time of need?
James looked apprehensive, "Lily?"
"James," I began, the words died halfway up my throat, as if permanently lodged in a clogged pipe.
"Yes," he question, eyebrows shooting up into his messy hair, as he awaited my moment of truth.
"Its okay." What? I couldn't say anymore than two words at a time. Ahh! Help! (shoot that's two!).
"What's okay?" He was full-fledged confused now, with a pinch of powdered worry.
"It's okay to…to…" Courage was failing me. Where was Godric now?
In a last attempt to redeem myself, I gathered my remaining courage in the bottom of my being, "It's okay to….to…to…"
NOTHING!
"LOVE," I forced it out, my voice cracked nervously. It was now or never, "It's okay to...love...me."
My eyes were wide with shock…where had that come from?
James remained regally seated on his bed, just as flabbergasted as I.
I began to sidle out of the room. A trace of a genuine, growing grin appeared on James' face.
Need I say, it was the little boy at Christmas look.
He got up from his springy bed and floated towards me. Ashamed, I cast my eyes to the ground.
I studied my black leather shoe, jeez! I bent over almost brushing the ground with my long red hair.
"Merlin I need to polish my shoes!"
James touched my left arm. My head shot up involuntarily.
It never failed me!
I whacked my head on James' chin. The perfect height! That annoying voiced chimed in my head.
I began blushing scarlet, which was the shade I typically sported these days.
"Mpshmpsh," he clutched his chin obviously in pain.
"WHAT," I shouted over the high-pitch ringing in my ears, which had resulted from the collision.
He groveled for his ears as well now…oops.
The moment obviously ruined, I took the liberty to remove myself from his room.
I went to bed weary, what kind of luck surrounded me?
Sleep was….well…suggestive.
I saw playbacks of times I had been mean to a polite James, times I had been rude to a nice James, times I had been snotty to a foolish James, and all those times my blunders kept my James from delivering his oh-so-longed kiss of bliss to me.
So, that's what he wanted……
I daresay I could push along the process quite a bit...
Phew!
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