Thanksgiving is coming up!!! Oh gosh! I wish I could put a picture of a turkey on here!!!
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SilverRaiine:
Interesting? Really? Kewl!!!!
KrAzYkEwLgUrL:
Yes yeah yea, I'm writin' I'm writin'!!! (grumbles
WoW-Girl:
There's no need to thank me. If you ask, I'll do it, especially if it's something like that. I have never lost someone close to me, and so I don't know how it feels. It's the least I can do...really.
Flame of Desire:
I love your screen name! Why can't I ever think of stuff like that??!!! And yeah, Carly is cute. I decided to be nice to Lily and give her another friend, cuz' she's gonna be making plenty of enemies in this fic!
White-angel-snowflake:
Yeah, it is really sad, but hey! All good heroine have some kind of difficulty, and in Lily's case, I guess it was her past. She just can't put it behind her. And sorry for updating so slow...I guess my typing just wasn't how it used to be...
Jing19920311:
Dude! Don't you know I'm bad at typing numbers?? You do this on purpose! Anyways, you reviewed my other story, and yeah yeah yeah, I'm getting there. Gimme two more weeks...pleez???
Msmightypen:
You love your brotha? Yeah I do too. Well, my brother. Many of my friends say that their brothers are really really annoying and that they hate them, but I really am too good of a sista to hate my brotha!
Water-sprite87:
Your reviews always make me laugh. You some up with the best ending phrases ever. They are overused, but I dunno, they always make me laugh anyways. No, you should write a story!! Really. I know it takes some dedication, okay a lot, and you get all these evil reviewers and all (joking, joking, joking!!!! I luv ya'll), but it's really worth it. It makes you feel a lot better when you are pissed at something. In other words, reviewers make a hell of a lot of difference.
Miss congeniality:
Ya know, my story's kinda based on that movie. It's just that Lily's not a secret agent and the host (James) isn't evil, but yeah. Actually, now that I think about it, there aren't a lot of similarities, are there?
Eclipse:
Thanx! You reviewed both of my stories! So, any opinions? Any helpful hints on this story? I am really running out of ideas. Author's block, yeah...
Kate:
Shane West and Andy Roddick? Who are they? What kinda stuff are they in? Who are you talking about??!!
Summary: Summary: Lily was chosen to compete for a Miss UK pageant against ninety-nine other women and all's going well...at least until she involuntarily decides to fall for the gorgeous host of the Miss UK pageant...James Potter.
Disclaimer: This story belongs to me, but the characters, oh woe, belong to J.K. Rowling. What a wonderful cast she created!!
Chapter 5
Lily shook her head to loosen her hair up. She wore it in a bun for the whole day because she swam with Bella for 'training'. She frowned. Carly was no where to be seen today. After yesterday night, she and Carly became pretty good friends. It was almost like having another Rinnie around...almost.
But there were noticeable differences. Carly was sweet and nice, while Rinnie is aggressive and picky.
After Carly returned the wallet, Lily invited her in and they started talking about the competition. Lily was hesitant at first, but started opening up more after a few minutes. Out of all the contestants, she felt that she and Carly were the only sane ones.
"Are you done splashing water in my face?" A cocky voice asked. Lily spun around.
"YOU!!"
James furrowed his brow and looked surprised at her reaction. "Were you expecting someone else?"
Lily fumed, amazed at how cool he was staying. Redheads are kind of short on the patience side and whenever anyone felt a tantrum coming on, they immediately left the room. But this Potter...
"So, how do you feel about the competition so far? Or at least the training?" James asked.
Lily blinked. Was he starting a conversation? "It's good? I suppose?"
James just grinned. "Good."
Lily stared at him open mouthedly. James reached over and pushed up her jaws; she pulled back. "Don't want you catching any flies with that open, Miss London."
"Shut up Potter. What are you trying to do?" Lily snapped. James honestly looked surprised this time.
"What am I trying to do?" He cocked his head. "Why, get to know the contestants better, of course. What else would I be trying to do? I get to interview all of you guys for the competition video thing anyways, so why not start now?"
"What?" Lily's head was spinning. They walked alongside each other down to the gym.
"You heard me, although it's quite difficult getting to talk to you guys, with all the preparations going on. In fact, you're the first one I've had a decent conversation with," he remarked.
"Potter, if this is your idea of a decent conversation, you really need to get a life," she said flatly.
James sighed. "I really do need to, don't I?" Lily shook her head furiously, not believing what she was hearing. What was up with Potter today?
"Potter? What's up? Are you complaining about your life? A life that so many other guys would die to have? Gorgeous women, fame, money? And you're complaining?" Lily said unbelievingly.
James turned around to face Lily, his eyes suddenly burning. "That's what everyone thinks!" he said furiously. "Everyone thinks that I have the perfect life, that I have everything, that I have no problems—"
"Well you don't," Lily said. Then she quailed at James intensive glare. "Do you?"
"Grow up! You think you know my type! You think you know what I do, how I feel. But think about it. Do you actually know me? Do you know what I go through everyday?" James said.
Lily felt her temper growing as she got more and more frustrated. "What don't you have? What problems can you have that can compare with anyone else's problems? Why do you think that I don't know how your type is? You guys are all the same!"
James' eyes clouded. "You think you really know me? You think you really know what I go through everyday? You think that you know how I feel and that my problems are insignificant?"
Lily glared at him. "Did I say that? Stop twisting my words! You're the one who thinks everyone's beneath you and all that shite—"
James stopped walking altogether. "I think everyone's beneath me? And you, Londoner, with all that shite going on. Strutting about, groaning at everything, complaining, while others would die to be here! You take complete disregard of what women dream of! You don't think about what other people would do just to step foot onto the stage! You just take the opportunity you're given for advantage!"
"WHAT??! I worked hard to get in here! I dream of this stuff too! I always wanted a scholarship! I do complain at everything because that's just me! And I don't give a damn what other women dream of doing cuz' they keep dreaming and never do anything about it!!!" Lily yelled, her throat getting hoarse.
James drew himself up to his full height. "Is that what you think? Maybe some just don't have the opportunity! Not many people are as lucky as you Miss Conceited, and you think they never do anything about it? I bet more people have done something about their dreams than you ever have!"
Lily throat seared with pain. "And you thing that my fault? that I'm lucky? That I have all the luck in the world? Oh how sad...everyone feel sad for me, because I have so much luck and no brains!"
"That's not what I said."
"Oh yes, it was."
"That is really most definitely not what I said," James growled through gritted teeth.
Lily shrugged. "You implied it."
"Whatever," James said. "Now if you don't mind, I have more pressing matters to attend to." He resumed walking down the hallway at a fast pace.
Lily gaped at his retreating back. "What pressing matters? Developing your six-pack? And no, I don't mind...jerk."
"Arrhhhggg...I just hate him," Lily pouted. She relaxed her back against the marble in the bathroom, pressing her hands to her head. "God! Now look what happened! Major headache coming on! Stupid stupid stupid Potter! She coughed several times. Her throat felt really really puffed up now.
There was a squeak as a bathroom stall opened. A blonde walked out, swaying her hips.
There was a pause.
"You might not want to keep talking to yourself. People have lost their sanity like that," she said in a snobby voice.
Lily, who really did not feel like dealing with this, hissed, "More people have lost their sanity just by listening to that crap spewing out of your mouth."
The blonde gasped. "Ex-cuseh moi? I don't think that's polite."
"Neither is giving people bad advice," Lily replied. The blonde just shook her head.
"You should really watch your step reddy; don't be stealing things that don't belong to you," the blonde flipped her hair as she towered over Lily, who was sitting on the floor.
Lily arched a brow. "Meaning?"
The blonde put her face up close to Lily's. "Meaning; stay away from my James Potter." She stalked off, her fat arse still swaying down the hall.
Lily fumed. "Well next time you warn someone of something, make sure your breath smells better!" She didn't mean it of course. The blonde's breath actually smelt quite good because of the gum she was smacking around in her mouth. "Bitch."
"Lily! Are you in here?"
Lily rolled her eyes. What now? "Yeah, I'm here, what's up now?"
"Hmm...you sure seem like you're in a good mood," Carly's head appeared through the bathroom door.
"Yeah, well Miss Blonde Bitch—"
"Which one?" Carly asked wryly, flopping down next to Lily.
"The one who shakes her fat butt every time she takes a steps. Such an asshole."
Carly shook her head sympathetically. "Yah, I think that's Miss Paris. She's gorgeous, but too bad she doesn't have the brains to match that body."(A/N: People who are French or have French ancestory, don't get mad at me!! I needed a villain that everyone knows about!)
"Phhthtt, you're telling me! I bet her own mom prays for her to get brains every night," Lily said, applying more pressure to her forehead. "Ahhh...I have this killer headache."
Carly looked at her in concern. "Really?" She pressed a cool hand up to Lily's head. "Well, you don't have a fever."
"I know, it's all cuz' of Mr. I'm Too Good For Everyone. Potter..." she growled.
Carly frowned. "You shouldn't misjudge him you know. He has a lot going on. Being the host isn't exactly the easiest job in the world. They have to deal with the contestants, the judges, the audience...it seems they don't really ever get a break."
"What, you like him?!" Lily asked incredulously. Carly blushed a lovely shade of magenta.
"Well, he's absolutely adorable!" Carly shrugged.
Lily fought back a smile. "You really do sound like my friend Rinnie after all."
"What?" Carly said.
"Never mind..."
Carly grinned. "Well then come on! We're going on a picnic."
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah," Carly said. "It's filming for Ms. England so we better put on our happy faces. This could really tip the result. After all, daily life is five percent of the score—"
"And I care about this why?" Lily stretched.
"Hey, you're here for the scholarships right? You get a full scholarship when your in the top ten. This really could help...I suggest you go," Carly hinted. A look of recognition dawned on Lily's face.
"Ohhhh...what time is it?"
Carly glanced down at her diamond watch. Very expensive... "Well, the company's providing cars. I think they're boarding right now in the parking lot."
Lily dragged Carly across the corridor. "Then what are we waiting for? Come on!!"
I think that was a fair chapter. And I'm sorry that I didn't update as much.
Also, I need help coming up with some ideas for the next few chappie's.
I'm feeling a writer's block! Which is kinda stupid because it's hard to get a writer's block when I haven't even started the next chapter, but still!
That and I have a bunch of homework which my professors are not being lenient on.
Anyone in the same situation?