Okay some of you who have read this before might notice a few changes. I decided to revisit this fic. Anyways, I might write more but so far I am not sure what I would add to this story. Either way I hope you enjoy my stories.

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Two days had pasted since Remus and Lily had talked. Lily had avoided James as much as possible, basically ignoring any duties that would make them have to be around each other. She hated being irresponsible but it was either that or face him. James on the other hand was tired of being shunned, so he pulled out the map he had made with his friends. It showed where everyone on the grounds could be located. He found the dot that represented Lily and headed in that direction. He noticed that he had passed where the map said she would be. She probably doesn't even want to see me. I should just leave her alone. James sighed and turned back, but something caught the back of his cloak and pulled him into a hidden passageway covered by drapes.

"Hey!" James exclaimed rather loudly before a slender hand covered his mouth.

"Quiet, do you want to get us in trouble? It might ruin your reputation of being the best at not getting caught." James could hear Lily smile in the last part as she lowered her hand from his mouth.

"So sorry, I am not used to being pulled into secluded areas by you, Evans." His eyes had adjusted now and he could see her a bit better, "So why the secret meeting?"

"I don't do coy and I don't always have a lot of tact. I am a very blunt person…" Lily rambled as she played with her hair nervously.

"Yes, I know, you certainly have always been truthful with me." James teased as leaned back against the wall.

"Truthful is a nice way of saying I don't think before I speak but thank you anyways," James opened his mouth but Lily held up her hand, "and before you interrupt me again I need you to listen. Okay?" She waited for him to nod and started again. "I wrote the note. It wasn't Sirius or anyone else playing a trick on you. It was me. I saw the question and answered it." Lily looked at her shoes. There, I said it.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" James asked rather confused by Lily who was usually more articulate.

"The note that said she doesn't you idiot. The one that you thought Sirius wrote to play a trick on you. Where I basically said I do not hate you James." Lily shook her head, mostly out of embarrassment.

"Sorry Evans, you are doing such a great job convincing me that I don't know why I would think otherwise. Oh but there are all those times you got angry at me and…"

"Hate is a strong word and I do not hate you. Really you are okay to be around when you aren't annoying."

"Thanks," James said then paused, "I think. Look Evans…"

"Why are you still calling me Evans? I called you by your first name."

"I have bad experiences with calling you by your first name. You seem to get more upset when I use it so I would need your permission which I guess you just gave." James finished awkwardly. "Okay so what does this mean?"

"Were you dropped as a baby?" Lily whispered loudly, starting to become exasperated, "I already told you…"

"You don't hate me," James and Lily said at the same time. "Okay so does that mean we can be friends now?" James asked. "Or that I can hit on you without you screaming? Or maybe I can…"

"James, you are doing a great job at convincing me that maybe I should have never told you that it was me. Look, lets just say truce and shake hands?" Lily stuck out her hand.

"Okay," James took her hand, "I don't hate you and you don't hate me so we are…"

"Acquaintances," Lily offered.

"Acquaintances don't have a complicated relationship." James countered hoping for something more than barely strangers.

"Fine, acquaintances with an odd relationship that might make others think they are actually more." Lily took her hand back.

"More what?" James asked pulling the curtains back to let her out.

"I guess we will just have to figure that out." They smiled at each other, Lily's smile was small and James' was huge, and then went their separate ways.