Tomorrow Is Just Over The Horizon: Chapter One

Lily heaved the trunk out of the car and shut the boot with a slam. She smiled gleefully as she turned and wheeled her luggage behind her, up the path and in through the open door of the large house. She reached the living room, where James was standing surrounded by mounds of stuff: boxes with scribbled writing and several other matching trunks like the one in Lily's hand. She dropped it next to a large cardboard box labeled 'CLOTHES' and grinned at James,
"That's the last of it," she said, brushing her hands off, still smiling. She couldn't get this stupid grin off of her face.
"Thank God, how do you have so much stuff, Lily! I don't think it'll all fit in the house!" James said, but he too, was grinning happily.
"So, I guess I'm officially moved in and living here, huh?" Lily moved closer towards where James was standing among the boxes.
He leaned in towards her and whispered, "I guess so."

A few hours later, Lily was still upstairs, hanging clothes in what was now hers and James' closet. He had moved his room to where his parents' old one was, which was much bigger, and definitely ideal now that Lily was living with him as well. He watched as Lily pulled out shirt after shirt and hung them with her wand. He watched as the slight muscles in her arms tensed and released as she lifted clothes out of the box and then flicked the end of her wand easily.

Next to the bed was a silver frame with a picture of James' parents in it. The picture was taken when they were about Lily and James' age, and his mother beamed at him from behind the glass, her smile wide and full of joy. She kissed his father on the cheek, and even in the picture his father blushed slightly. Both of his parents' eyes twinkled with delight as they sat on a picnic blanket in front of a large oak, feeding each other and enjoying their youth.
Behind that picture was another one of his parents. His mother smiled at him again, but this time her face looked a little more strained and her smiled was slightly more agitated. She stopped for a minute at the desk she had been running in front of, and waved at her son. James could see small wrinkled lines appearing around her eyes as she blinked. James' father walked into frame and put his arm around his wife. He grinned out at his son and winked, and James could see the early signs of aging in his face, too. He guessed they were in their mid-thirties, and James was pretty sure that this was last photo his parents had taken together before his father's death, hardly a year later. Now his mother was gone, too.
I miss you guys, James thought, as he studied their faces carefully.

"Done with the hanging of the clothes!" Lily exclaimed to him from across the room. James looked up to see her standing proudly in front of the now very full closet doors, grinning madly. He told himself to stop feeling sad about what had happened, and instead, be glad for what he had now.
He sat up higher on the bed and smiled back. "Well done. Now come here!" he eyed her flirtatiously and she scooted across the rug and jumped up next to him on the bed.
"I love you," he said, cupping her cheek in his hand.
"I know you do," Lily replied mockingly, kissing him quickly. Suddenly, James grabbed her sides and flipped her over onto the bed. He jumped onto her and she squealed loudly.
"James! Ahh, st-stop it! Ahh!" she screamed again. "Stop, ti-ckling me-e!"
"Not until you say it back!" he yelled, tickling up around her chin and laughing as tears began to form at her eyes.
"Never!" Lily managed to gasp out through the laughing.
"Well then, there's only one thing to do," James had an evil look on his face as he let go of Lily's chin and began to move his hands towards her stomach.
"Noo!" Lily gasped before he even touched her and tried to wriggle free. It was no use; James had her pinned to the mattress as he lifted her shirt and began to tickle her all over her stomach.
Lily's squeals tore through the room again as he tickled her thighs and stomach.
"Ok, ok!" she gasped finally, letting her limp and tired arms fall to her sides. James stopped tickling but kept his hands on her bare skin, ready to attack at any minute.
"Ok what?" he asked shiftily, eyeing her carefully.
"Ok, it's true," she said, her chest rising and fall as she gasped for breathe. "I love you, too." She was grinning as she said it, a pink twinge in her cheeks.
James let go and pulled her shirt back down over her stomach. He crawled up next to her and lay down on the bed.
He kissed her and then grinned. "I know you do," he said, mockingly. Lily lifted her hand to try and hit him, but found she hadn't the strength. Instead, she let her hand fall down to the comforter. She placed it on his stomach and closed her eyes. James placed a kiss on her forehead and put his arm around Lily, pulling her to him. He shut his eyes and they fell asleep together.

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