Author's Note: I know none of you really care about my life … you just want the friggin chapter already. LOL. Yes, I know. But I must defend myself for why this chapter is extremely late. It's been boy stuff. Yes, the glorious world of boy stuff. Yay! I really shouldn't tell you details cause you just might think I'm an evil little witch with a capital 'B' – but whatever. There's this guy I like – and he likes me back, so don't panic – and non-stop flirting is a good way to lift my spirits. Well, bad news is he's got a girlfriend. But when I daydream I pretend she doesn't exist. Don't hate me. Please don't.

Dedication: Yes, it has taken me about two or three weeks to write this. But for once in my history (Haha, yeah right) of fanfic, I have decided to dedicate this story to you guys (my readers). If you're a girl and you've ever had your heart played with by a boy, I dedicate this chapter to you. If you've ever felt that confusing tug, wondering what the bleep you're supposed to do… then bravo. This is for you. I just had to switch the roles a bit to write this out in the story. Because in my secret suspicions file, I have to believe that there was this major conflict of emotions in Lily and James's relationship. There HAD to have been some confusion and panic. Right?

Usual Apology: Yeah… sorry for any typos.

Chapter Twelve – And So the Games Begin

"Please be careful, dear," Madam Pomfrey said as she led Lily (and the attached James) out the door. "Here are your flowers, hon." She handed two vases full to the edges of flowers to James to carry.

"Thank you," Lily said as she limped slowly down the hall.

"You alright, Lily?" James asked after they'd walked up a flight of stairs.

"I'm fine, thanks," Lily said softly as the portrait hole swung open to admit her.

James offered her his shoulder as they made their way up to the boys' dormitory. She graciously took it and when they arrived in the room she fell down with a thump on James's bed. James let out an "Oof!" as he fell down on the bed beside her. Not wanting to ruin Lily's "peace" he lay down beside her and scooted forward (so he wouldn't fall off the bed, of course).

"Thank you, James," Lily said quietly, her face hidden by his pillow.

"Anytime, Lily, anytime," he replied equally quiet.

Lily closed her eyes and curled up in a small ball and was asleep within minutes.

Smiling to himself, James reached out his free hand to brush away a lock of her hair. He knew it wasn't necessary, but he couldn't stop himself. Abandoning restraint, he reached his hand out again and began to stroke her hair as he fell asleep too.

Two days later Lily was feeling back to normal. Two days later, the games had also begun.

"Morning, James," Lily whispered into his ear as they woke up.

"Watch where you're going, Potter," Lily snapped as James accidentally stepped on her outside of Charms.

"Could you please keep your hand off me?" she asked icily as James placed his hand on the small of her back to help her through the door.

"James, I've had a great evening," she whispered into his shoulder as they hugged.

"I don't want to leave this spot," she mumbled into the pillow as James stroked her back one evening.

"James, could you please keep your distance? Even though we're attached at the hand, there is no reason for you to touch me more."

"Potter. Stop it."

"Oh, James, don't stop."

"Leave. Now."

"Don't leave. Please don't."

"James! I'm sick of telling you!"

"You mean everything to me, you know."

"Can I have one more hug?"

"What did I say about the touching!"

"James!"

"James!"

"You're being an arse. Quit bothering me!"

"I can't wait till I'm out of your hand and summer begins! This is so stressful!"

"Time could stop and let us stay in this moment forever."

"I just love you because you're so … great."

"Will you stop it already?"

"You don't get it, do you?"

"You know what I'm saying, right? That I love you?"

"When the hell did I say I loved you?"

"The night is coming awful quick. Light your wand – or keep the moon for company?"

"I enjoy talking to you so much … it always makes me happy."

"Will you shut up? Your voice is driving me up the wall!"

"It feels perfect being in your arms…"

"I can smell the death coming from here … its like, a gross flower, telling me that death is coming cause I'm, like, right next to Death himself or something."

"I want to live next to you forever."

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY LIFE!"

"Which is worse: being attached to you, or being covered in stinksap?"

"James…"

"James!"

"Please!"

"Don't!"

"Stop!"

"Keep going … don't stop."

"Shut up!"

"Keep going…"

"I HATE YOU!"

"I think I might love you."

"I never said that."

"Freeze time and let us stay here … please."

"You bloody moron! What is your problem?"

"James?"

And poor James finally felt that his heart had stretched to its limits.

Let's get creative here.

What the hell is this?

James, you're talking to Moony. You know that.

I said "what" – not "who." Moron.

You should know where I'm going by now.

Actually, I don't.

Ugh… fine. I sense that you are having some problems and since you cannot speak to us in person, we've invented this nifty art of…

Note passing?

With a twist! You just tap the paper and your words appear. Oh! And what's better is you just tap the paper again and it appears in front of the addressee!

You might actually be gay enough to make that work.

I'll pretend you didn't say that.

So where's Peter and Sirius?

They're with me. They're the bloody idiots making stupid comments.

Then what the hell are they giggling about over there?

Apparently Sirius just made a spider kiss his arse.

WHAT?

That's Sirius for us… apparently he insulted him.

How the hell would he know if the spider had insulted him?

I don't know, James. And you're changing the subject.

Very well. Give me your advice.

Well, first tell me what the hell is happening.

Well, Lily is just… difficult.

We've known that since the day we first met her. Tell me something I don't know – but I doubt you'd be able to do that. How is she difficult?

She's all over me and telling me that she loves me and snuggling up and everything that we could ever want whenever we're alone or when there's only a person or two around. And then when we're around a bunch of people she's a nasty little rat and acts like she hates me.

So she's playing with your heart?

I think she gave it to a toddler to play with on a twelve day cruise, actually.

Ouch.

Yeah. So give me the advice before I jump off the astronomy tower – even if Lily is attached to me.

Well… have you tried talking to her?

Every time I bring it up she apologizes then goes back to being all snuggly and stuff… and she convinces me that she really is in love with me.

How so?

'I love you' and 'I just can't wait till we're together' and stuff like 'You're so sweet' and 'You're the best' – stuff like that. That I always want to hear.

Lily's quite familiar in the dating department you know, though. So she has her tricks. She's skilled.

And that's what I hate. What if she's just playing with me?

She wouldn't do that. She's too serious. You know that.

But she might be trying to be different or something.

She wouldn't do that. And even if she did, she wouldn't do it to you. I think, at least.

Well that's helpful, Moony. Thanks a load.

Well I don't know what to tell you! She's…

She's what?

Maybe she's confused…

SHE'S confused? I'M confused!

Well … like … she doesn't really know what to do. And when she's alone with you she lives in the now and she acts upon her urges and plays along with them. She enjoys it. And then she has time to herself or whatever to think about it and when she's around her friends she probably realizes that what she did was wrong … and she's playing a stupid game with herself.

What she did was wrong? You think that?

No, I don't, mate. But that's probably what she thinks. You never know.

Yeah, you're right. You never know.

I honestly don't know what to tell you, mate. I can't tell you that she's in love with you… and I can't tell you that she isn't.

So how will I ever know?

Ask her?

I can't. Because she'll say yes.

And what's the problem with that?

Because once I make a move in public, she'll tell me to bugger off and quit dreaming up trees.

Why would she do that?

Because she's done it already.

No she hasn't.

You don't know what she's done, mate.

Well, sorry, Prongs.

No sweat.

So wait and see?

There's only one problem with that.

And what's that problem?

I'll wait forever and never see.

Author's Ramblings: No, not all of this is centered on my life. Two sentences, actually, I do believe. Oh, and the paragraph about being confused. I think that applies to the guy I'm liking right now. So anyways, only a teensy bit of that relates to my current life. LOL. But anyways, I actually seven napkins in my tote bag with this stuff scribbled all over it. My mom and I were at In-N-Out Burger a week ago and I was just bored, eating random French fries, and I got this MARVELOUS (okay, gay, but give me a break) idea for the note passing. LOL. Oh, and all the random moments. –Sigh- So yeah. I got to shred those (I've got random doodles on them).

So once again we're both bored. But here's something story related!

If you read through it – or guess (like I did… I counted out the days from pure "memory") – you'll see that a week remains for Lily and James! After a week their hands will be ripped apart! Yay! But yeah… so I'm guessing ten more chapters. But that's just me.

So… please review!