Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot which is based on real life to some degree.

Author's Note: Okay, so this isn't a one-shot after all. I thought and thought and thought about it and finally decided to write at least two more chapters. So here is Chapter Two.

I F O N L Y I H A D A R O S E

So. This is strange. Really, really, really strange. You see, this morning I woke up when Calina was coming out of the bathroom, she had just finished her shower. That's really unusual, because I'm the first one up. Always. What did she do, wake up at five in the morning? Oh, I just noticed it's nine-thirty. It's a Saturday, for your information.

But that was not all. Calina Adams did something really horrible. Very horrible, I could not believe my eyes. She dressed in black. Every single piece of clothing on her, black. And she didn't even say a word to me, she just left. Left. I can't believe it. Not a "Good morning, Lily. Did you sleep well?" Just nothing. And we are best friends. Hmphhh.

As I finally dragged myself to the Great Hall to eat breakfast (which I always do, because otherwise it wouldn't be good for my health) I saw Calina sitting with Judith What's-Her-Face and a Slytherin girl (Lisa or something) at the Ravenclaw table. I thought my eyes were deceiving me. Calina was betraying her House! At the Ravenclaw table with a Slytherin. Who has ever done something like that? Honestly!

They were all wearing black. I observed them over my porridge, which I totally hate but have to eat because otherwise it's not good for my health. The Lisa girl was a blonde. And she was fat. Disgusting. Calina looked as she always did, dark brown hair and everything, only she was dressed in black. I just couldn't get over it. I mean, who in their right mind wears only black? Except Severus Snape, of course, but he's a stupid moron anyway. Oh my god, I did not just think that. I must think nicely of everybody, otherwise it's bad for my karma. Bad, Lily, bad.

Anyway, Judith (The Gross Girl from here on a.k.a TGG) was such a wannabe. She had dyed her hair. I mean, who in their right mind dyes their hair black, red and blonde and all of them mixed? The girl has no fashion sense at all. And roses don't suit her. I don't like the girl, all right, but still. Roses don't suit her. I wonder what she did in her pervious life to deserve such a fate. And she has her tongue pierced. Okay, I must not think of that or I will puke and my health and karma both will be ruined.

Instead, I turned my eyes on James Potter. He was so hot. But he was talking to some guy whose name I don't remember (I am good with names, I just forgot!). It started with an M, though. And he was the one Calina had liked a while back. I asked her if she liked him still, but she just looked at me and said no. Thank god, the fellow was unbelievably arrogant. And he threw pens at people. And apples.

Okay, that was once when I said "Hello" to him and he was really frustrated about it for some reason. I mean, I had white roses in my hair and a deep red rose between my breasts under the white school uniform shirt. M-guy should've been blessed. But he threw an apple straight into my face. He's a Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team along with James so that's why he has such a good aim.

But James is Captain. That's so cool. All that power and stuff. I wonder if I could convince him to kick M-guy out of the team. Nah, it'd be bad for my karma. I must think positive. I wonder if James'll ask me out properly. Romantically. Involving roses. And I would say "Oh, James.. You're so sweet, of course I will come to Hogsmeade with you." Then, he'd be all happy and we'd go to Hogsmeade and he'd buy me all the roses in the Flower Shop there. Maybe I could get Calina to get the M-guy to hint James about the genius plan of mine. Oh yes, Calina's heading towards the right table. Here's my chance.

"Calina, umm.. could I ask you a favor, please?" always be polite, otherwise it's bad for karma.

Calina just looked at me, so I continued.

"Erm.. could you please go to M-guy and tell him to tell James to ask me out romantically?"

"Why don't you do it yourself?" Calina asked with an amused expression. How dare she almost laugh at me, it's a very serious subject.

"M-guy'll throw an apple at me!" I said. "Would you please do it? Or come along with me?"

"M-guy has a name, too, y'know. Matthias," Calina was smiling now, although the smile didn't reach her eyes. Must ask about that later. "Pronounce with me, dear girl. Mat-thi-as. Go on, it's not that hard."

"Calina! I can say the stupid name, all right. Will you come with me?" I was desperate for some romance with James.

"Okay."

"Oi, M-guy!" I called to him. "I mean, Matthias. Could you come over here for a second please?" Always be polite, otherwise it's bad for karma. Remember that, Lily Evans.

M-guy was confused. But he got the message nonetheless and came over to us. He sat next to Calina. Hmphhhh. Who sits next to someone wearing only black? Not me, I was across from her. Or maybe he liked her.Or maybe they were secretly going out. Must ask about that, too.

"So what did you want, Evans?" M-guy asked. I mean, Matthias. Bad for karma, otherwise.

I couldn't say it out loud to him, it'd be so embarrassing. So I gestured to Calina.

"She wanted to get a date," Calina said. M-guy raised his eyebrows.

"Not with you, you dumbass. With James," I said before my so-called best friend you embarrass me more.

"With James. I see," M-guy said. He was amused, too! What's wrong with the world! "And how do I come in this?"

Mentally, I groaned. I knew this wouldn't go well. M-guy was a punk, you see. And punk is totally unromantic. Sometimes I suspect Calina is a punk, too. (Really must ask about the secret dating thing.) Anyway, punk is as unromantic as unromantic can be, therefore, punk is bad from my point of view. Very bad. It doesn't suit with roses.

"You, dear M-guy, are going to tell James Potter that he is to ask me romantically to Hogsmeade and involve many roses in the plan." I said in a matter-of-fact voice.

More raised eyebrows. Calina looked away, I'll bet all the roses in the world that she's hiding her smile from me. M-guy burst out laughing. How dare that arrogant berk laugh at me!

"I am?" he asked. Well, duh. "And what's with the M-guy thing?" he added.

"It's your name," I told him. Now, Calina burst out laughing, too. What, pray tell, is wrong with these people?

"My name is Matthias," the guy said after glancing at Calina briefly. I'm really suspicious about those two, now.

"Whatever," I said. "Tell James for me, please. Just as an advice, so he wouldn't know I asked you to."

"He won't believe me," M-guy said with a smirk. A smirk! "Really must get going now. See you later, Callie."

Callie? Callie? CALLIE? Is that what he said? I really have go to Madam Pomfrey and ask her to check my ears.

"Oh, and Lily?" he added. "Lose the roses." And then he left. I turned to Calina to ask what's with the Callie-thing but she was getting up, too. Again, she said nothing and left.

This time, though, I noticed something white and green slip from her hand. It was a rose. A white rose, which had been next to my bowl of porridge (to keep my health!). She had taken it and ripped off the petals one by one and then clutched the stem in her hand so the thorns would cut into her palm and then she had thrown it on the floor.

Oh, the poor rose. Poor little rose. Tears welled up in my eyes. Some of the white petals had been stained with something red. Calina's blood. What kind of a person dressed in black, hung out with Slytherin fat-arses and Ravenclaw sluts, secretly went out with a punk and destroyed roses!