James was absolutely stunned.

When she had pulled him down by his collar, he was certain that she was going to hurt him, and he thought that taking off his glasses was a simple courtesy so that they would not get smashed. But when she kissed him, he was taken completely by surprise. It took him a moment to understand and comprehend what was happening. But when he finally realized that this was for real, he wasted no time to kiss her back.

This kiss was even more amazing then the first, because there was a passion coming from the other end this time. There were no thoughts racing through his mind, as one might think. In fact, this moment was a moment of complete clarity for him. His brain was completely clear of all doubt, fear, sadness, and any other horrible emotion that he had felt in his Closet stay. James felt sparks, oh yes he felt sparks. He now understood what that meant, to feel sparks when kissing someone. The touch of her hands on his neck sent shivers down his spine, then back up again. James had kissed girls in the past, but it was never like this. This kiss was special, this kiss was different. This kiss was Lily.

James was not prepared for Lily to stop; he didn't want her to stop. But when she did, his face fell forward and landed on her chest near her collar bone. He lay there, with her arms still wrapped around his neck, in complete happiness. For the first time in a long time, he felt loved. Later that evening and into the morning, he would note that Lily did not love him yet, but she cared for him. But in this moment he felt more love then he ever remembered feeling, in this moment he felt alive.

He felt the urge to protect and cover Lily, to make her feel just as safe and loved as he now felt. He stood up to his full height and wrapped his arms around Lily's waist. Glancing down at her, he kissed her forehead and brushed a loose strand of hair from her eyes. He then rested his chin on the top of her head, and stood thinking. How could this be real? It was so…perfect.

"I'm waiting to wake up…" James said quietly. If this was a dream, it was one that he never wanted to wake from.

Lily paused, before somewhat awkwardly wrapping her arms around his torso to hold him close. "Well, unless both of us are somehow dreaming the same thing, I think you're safe." she said, sounding matter-of-fact as she always did. Would James really have her any other way? Wait. Would James have her? What was she thinking? She really wasn't sure anymore. Somehow, however, she felt as if someone had put magnets into the two of them and she simply couldn't keep away. Perhaps it was the thrill of it all? Yes. She'd go with that.

"What's all this mean, James?" she inquired suddenly. "I must confess I'm extremely confused at the moment."

James sighed, "I don't know what it means for you Lily." He said taking one hand and stroking her hair with it, "And its okay for you to be confused…I'll still be here whenever you figure everything out."
This was true; he could feel it inside him. He would be there, he would be there as long as he needed to be and longer. Being an idiot and pulling her into a broom closet was turning out to be the best decision he ever made.

"Quit sounding so damned high and mighty and like you've got this all figured out." she said bitterly. "You're not making me feel better about any of this." She sounded snarly, but she didn't move from her place against him. It was something of a comfort, she supposed, that he said he'd be there for her. Still. She didn't like the idea that he might have it all figured out and yet she remained in the dark.

Lily didn't want to like him. She didn't want to feel drawn to him like she did at the moment, and she wanted to hit him and kiss him again all at once for ever pressing his lips to hers in the first place and getting her into this mess. The great git.

James decided to stay quiet. Silence is probably what she needed now. There must be a million things going through her mind, and James felt that if he continued talking that he would be pressing his luck, if not completely squashing it. So instead of words, he held her a little tighter, as if to say that he was serious, and that he would be there.

The thought that they would leave this closet exactly the way they went in, made James feel sick. He hoped, and prayed that this would turn around in his favor, that she would end up falling for him just as he had for her. If not, then he didn't know what he'd do with himself.

"I hate you," she mumbled, burying her face into his chest. She was saying it more to try and convince herself than anything, and it was exceedingly obvious that there was not venom left in the words when she spat them at him. She wanted to hurt him and stroke his hair all at once, and frankly, it was annoying the magic out of her. Lily didn't enjoy being confused and not having the answers to things. Therefore, it was more the situation she hated, not James. It certainly didn't stop her from voicing her emotions towards him anyway, though.

She took a few deep breaths, calming herself. Her heart began to slow down, and she started to relax. James was terribly warm and comforting, she thought, although she hated herself for thinking it.

James couldn't help but smile.

"I know." He responded to her, 'I hate you' She was obviously battling this, trying her might, but it comforted James to know that she wasn't breaking free from his hold on her. She wasn't yelling. She wasn't doing anything of the sort, but instead she has her head buried into his chest, which made him feel that this wasn't worthless after all.

She pulled herself away from him, sighing heavily. "This isn't going to work, James." she said, rather out of the blue. She stared at the floor, running a hand through her hair. Lily played with her hair when nervous or upset. It helped her cope, somehow. She felt a little jab at her heart.

Logic was winning again.

"We're too different. You can't see it, but I can." Lily didn't look at him. "You don't know me, and if you did, you wouldn't like me anymore." she sighed. She needed to do this now, before this progressed any more. It had already gone too far. She shouldn't have kissed him back. She should have yelled and hit him and told him to leave her alone. Mentally cursing herself, she added an "I'm sorry," to the mix, before falling silent.

James couldn't stay silent any longer.

"Lily, you know that there's something here. So why do you keep denying it?"

He said, his voice growing louder, but not in a way to where it would make her scared. "Yeah, we are different. But that's what would make this so special. Two people who are exactly the same can't possibly keep a relationship happening, they'd grow bored with each other. But us…we're different. There will always be something new about us, always something exciting. So why won't you put aside your damn logic and give this a try?" He sat down, he felt his knees grow week beneath him. He sighed heavily before continuing, "Lily, I know you want this. I know you felt something in that kiss…how could you not?" With this question he was done.

He now knew that there was something there, something in her wanting, needing to break free. All he had to do was bring it out.