Chapter 11
James made his way back upstairs. He was indeed tiered, and needed to check on Lily. Memories of the previous incident involving water raced through his mind.
When he walked into his room, Lily was fast asleep. James took off his shirt and lay down next to her. She opened her eyes and smiled.
"Hullo," she muttered. "Hey love," whispered James. A blush formed on Lily's face as she noticed that James had no shirt on. "How are you?" James asked. "Fine," Lily replied. "I'm just a bit uncomfortable in your bed with this skirt on." "Take it off," suggested James. But as soon as he said this, he realized how dirty that sounded. "I mean ... um ... you can take your skirt off and... um... borrow a pair of my boxers!" said James, recovering from his uncomfortableness.
Lily laughed. "Okay," she said. James got up, and went to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of black boxers, that had snitches on them.
Lily wiggled around and took off her skirt. She was careful not to let the covers slip off of her. James gave her the boxers and she put them on. It was too dark for Lily to notice the snitches on the boxers.
James got back in the bed with Lily, and she snuggled up close to him. She kissed him on the lips, softly, but James wanted more. Soon, he and Lily were kissing passionately, and James flipped them both, so that he was straddling her. He held her arms above her head.
Eventually, Lily found strength to flip them over. She was now straddling James, instead of the opposite. They kissed until neither could breath.
Lily lay her head against James's chest. She closed her eyes, inhaling that wonderful and intoxicating smell that only belonged to James. It was something like freshly cut oak, and freshly cut grass, with a hit of what smelt like ... bacon? But, no matter what it smelt like, it was, to Lily, the best smell ever.
She fell asleep quickly, still on top of James. James watched as the red-head, his red-head, fell asleep, comfortably on him. He fell asleep hearing her soft breathing.
When Lily woke up, she could still smell the irresistible James smell, but he was no where to be found. Lily took this opportunity to have a good look around James's room.
On the wall next to his bed, he had a poster of the Scottish Saints, a Quidditch team. On the desk beside his bed, there was a picture of James, Remus, Sirius and Peter, all having fun in the lake. Next to it was... a picture of Lily! Lily picked it up, and realized that it was a drawn picture, not a regular picture from a camera. She wondered if James had drawn it himself.
She smiled and put down the picture. She glanced down at her boxers, and realized that they were James. Oddly, they had little golden snitches on them. Lily giggled. Who knew James had Quidditch boxers? Black-mail was in order. Lily then began imagining what other kind of boxers James had, and soon found herself imagining him in them.
A blush spread over her face. Lily lay back down on James's bed, and stared at the ceiling. On it, she could make out her name written in a few places. There also were a few more notes, which Lily could not make out from the bed. She began getting up to looked at them, when the door opened.
"Love, I have breakfast!" announced James. In his hands was a tray filled with pancakes, bacon, fruits, toast and beans. There even was a glass of very chocolaty, chocolate milk.
Lily sat up, and James put the tray on her lap. "Mmm, this looks delicious," Lily said, almost drooling. Lily began to eat some of the fruit.
"James, I know you want bacon," said Lily, after catching him looking at her bacon for the 5th time. James laughed. "You're right. Can I have a piece?" he asked. Lily smiled. "For a price." James raised his eyebrow. "And what would that price be?" he asked. "You have to be my man slave," giggled Lily.
James smiled seductively. "I can do that," he said, before grabbing the bacon and shoving the entire piece in his mouth.
Lily snorted watching James scrunch up his face, trying to chew the entire piece of bacon. Soon, Lily returned to her food, ignoring James pleads for more food.
"You know Lily, you look mighty sexy in my boxers," said James, after he had helped her finish off the breakfast. Lily blushed.
James went downstairs to bring the tray of food. Lily took this opportunity to go get dressed. She put on a pair of green shorts and t-shirt.
Lily walked downstairs, in search of James. She found him in the kitchen, listening to something crazy that Sirius said.
"They were this big! I swear," Sirius said, motioning how big whatever he was talking about was with his hands. "I could not believe that a girl had..." Lily coughed, not wanting to heat what came next. Sirius gave her an embarrassed grin. "Lily! Thank Merlin you're here! Sirius was boring me," said James. "Hey!" protested Sirius. Remus just rolled his eyes.
"James, how about we go for a walk?" Lily suggested. James nodded. "Lily, please, let me come to!" begged Remus. It was unusual for Remus to beg, and Lily was quite surprised. But, she figured, if you had to listen to Sirius's crazy rants almost all the time, you'd do anything to get away.
So, Lily, James and Remus departed for a lovely walk down the street. Sirius had decided that he was still hungry and declined the invitation.
The trio went past the McLand's home, only to find Laura coming out of the house.
"Lily!" cried Laura, running towards her best friend. But Lily was not as warm towards Laura, as Laura was to Lily. Laura flung her arms around Lily's neck, squeezing her tightly.
Lily just patted her friend on the back, in an awkward sort of fashion. But Laura did not seem to notice the awkwardness.
"Oh Lils, I'm so sorry to hear about your parents! How are you? I'm so sorry I didn't write, but I was just so busy!" rushed Laura. Lily raised her eyebrow. "Um... let's see... thank you... fine I guess... and whatever," said Lily slowly, trying to remember everything Laura had said.
"What do you mean 'whatever'?" asked Laura, her face falling. "I mean, that I don't care anymore! You were too busy to write a little hello to see how I was, but you had time to read the newspaper and find out about my parents death?" Lily asked harshly. "No, my father told me," replied Laura.
"So what? You didn't have two minutes to spare just to write a little something on a piece of parchment?" Lily asked. "Well, I was visiting my grandmother in France!" yelled Laura. "It doesn't excuse the fact my parents died and I could have used a friend!" bellowed Lily.
"Well, it seems as though you found someone else to be your friend," smirked Laura. "Don't you dare bring James into this," growled Lily. "So, it's 'James' now? What happened to 'Potter'?" Laura said, raising an eyebrow, smirk on her face.
"Well, due to the fact that James was there for me this summer-" "Oh, and Meagan and I are never there for you?" Laura snipped. "and the fact that I'm going out with him, usually implies that I can call him 'James'," replied Lily, ignoring Laura's outburst.
Laura almost chocked. "You and Potter?" she asked. Lily nodded. "Yes, James and I," Lily replied. Laura was shocked. But, soon her face contorted into a very creepy grin.
"So, you and Potter? Alone together in a big house like that? What oh what is there to do? I bet you've been seeing him in private! I bet you decided to get comforted by your honey," Laura replied, maliciously.
Lily growled. "James and I are not going anything that your dirty mind is thinking of, and I came to YOU when my parents died. But you weren't home! You weren't there when I needed you the most!"
"I wasn't there when you needed me the most? Who was there when you got shoved into the mud in first year? Who was there when Potter turned your hair green? Who was there when Malfoy beat you up? Who was there when you had no one to with to the dance? Who was there for you when your cat died? Who was there as your friend all the time? Me! Me and Meagan!" screeched Laura. "Yes, you were there for all those times, but this is way bigger! The two people who raised me, who loved me no matter what, died! You-know-who killed them!" yelled Lily.
The two girls glared at one and other, faces red. James and Remus made no attempt to split the two girls apart, in fear of causing more damage.
"You might have been there when I was sad that my cat died, but James was there for me when I tried to slice my wrists, he was there when I threw myself of the balcony and into the lake! He was there for me when I thought I should just end my life right there and then! He was at my parents funeral, he was there when Carmelita tried to drown me! He helped me through it all! And he didn't complain once! He didn't expect anything in return!" Lily said, the anger flowing out.
"You tried to kill yourself?" Laura asked, surprised. Her tone had softened, but Lily could still see the anger dancing behind her brown eyes. "Yes, I did. Twice. See theses? Theses are the scars of the vase I tried to cut myself open with," Lily said, lifting her wrist.
Laura's eyes grew wide. "Oh god," she whispered. Tears were forming in her eyes. But Lily felt no remorse for the girl that was once her friend. "You might as well have took the broken piece of vase yourself, because it was really the fact that you weren't there to help me that drove me to do it," Lily whispered in the girl's ear.
For Laura, this was like a slap on the face. So, Laura, slapped Lily physically. "How dare you!" accused Laura. "How dare you accuse me of being an awful friend?" Lily just glared at her. "How dare you make excuses for not being there for me? How dare you not even bother to see how I was doing? My parents died a month ago, and during that time, there was not one second to spare to see how your supposed best friend was?" Lily replied calmly.
Laura raised her hand to slap Lily once more, but Lily caught it. "I would suggest you keep your hands to yourself from now on," Lily said, before letting go of Laura's wrist and turned around.
"James, Remus, let's go," Lily said, walking away from the dumbfounded Laura. Lily grabbed James' hand and the trio walked in the opposite direction.
Author's note: Like it? I do. All the "you weren't there for me" stuff comes from personal experience.