A/N: Right, sorry for the slightly delayed update, just started college and the workload is immense. Sorry for the intensely long A/N, if you like, just skip ahead to the actual chapter!

There are a few things I'd like to address:

a. Someone has brought to my attention that I may seem to erm "demand" reviews off of you guys, and I just want to apologise If I've come across like that. Sometimes jokes don't transpire well over the internet. Yeah, I do ask for reviews, only because you people and your kind words give me so much motivation to carry on :) But please don't feel pressured into it, I'm fine with your mere views to content me xD

b. Alot of people are confused at the many takes I have on Lily and James' relationship of how they got together (this may apply to you if you read my one-shots) and I just want to explain that you know, JKR gave us a lot of blank spaces with these characters. There is no actual way set in stone of how they get together, and I like to explore different ways through my one shots; it's just how I write. However, this Multi-chap for me is like the main way I perceive how they would have possibly gotten together.

c. I do need criticism, keeps me on my toes, so if you notice anything off-ish, do let me know?

d. Some people don't get what I'm talking about sometimes, but I am from the UK, so there may be certain sayings or phrases that won't be universal in my writing.

Thank you all for your dedication :)

Status: Resting

Where: My room, My dorm (finally!)

The last few days have been fairly uneventful. I was forced to stay in the Hospital Wing by a scary, formidable Madame Pomfrey. That woman can be very intimidating when she wants to be, believe me!

But anyway, I was dismissed eventually and have been resting here ever since (for two hours).

Okay, now don't kill me, but I still haven't sought out James. I mean, he never came to visit me again since that awkward day with Rob in the hospital wing, as a matter of fact, I haven't spoken to any of my peers since! Not even Alice! (yet again a demonstration of Madame Pomfrey's scary-ness).

And I mean, what's the rush anyway? It's not like I owe him my life.

Ok, it is.

Oops.

But I will approach him! I just don't get why he's mad at me, it's not like I threw myself off the bloody tower!

Being me sucks.

Right, I am off to seek out James, wish me luck.

Status: Cowardly

Where: The Great Hall

Okay, so I am such a coward. A hungry one. I'm, sorry dearest diary, I really am, but I just didn't have the nerve to do it. And I was hungry for merlins sake! You can't thank people for saving your life on an empty stomach!

Hence why I am now at dinner, so if you'll excuse me...

Nom.

Status: Full

Where: On Alice's bed

Well, I've just had the most interesting conversation ever with Alice.

It is now fact; she is wackier than ever. Like honestly, she is a sandwich short of a picnic. I really do not wish to disclose the full details of our conversation, namely because it involves her accusations and other insanities. Basically, she is convinced that I should jump James Potter's bones.

Jump his bones? Me? Lily Evans? Never. Has she forgot about Rob? ROB! For merlins sake, a witch doesn't get asked out by ROBERT DAVIES everyday!

And anyway, he saved my life because it was the right, moral thing to do. I would save his too.

Other than that, I just feel so bad for not talking to him yet. And in all honest truth, I miss him. I miss patrolling the corridors with him, I miss the late night trips to the kitchens and the fun we have together. Scary to think that was just a week ago? Feels like decades.

It's about time I face my fears, don't you agree?

Status: Determined

Where: Dorm

Well, it's my first patrol since I've been back tonight, so I'm going to have to face him anyway. I honestly don't know what I'm going to say, where do I even begin?

"Oh, hey, you saved my life, cheers for that!"

Och aye, that would go down well.

Wish me luck.

Status: Bewildered

Where: My bed

Ok, so patrol was...eventful. Hmm. Yes. So...where do I start? The beginning would be a good place, I assume.

I found James in our common room, half surprised he had turned up (he'd been avoiding the place and me like the plague since it happened). The weirdest thing ever happened when I saw him, my chest froze up and I couldn't breathe let alone get any words out. Damn nerves, get me every time. I didn't know what to say so I did the "clear-my-throat-stroke-get-your-attention" cough, and that seemed to do the trick. He turned around and...well.

Something came over me, it really did. His face was set into an expression of shock (was he surprised I showed up too?) and his eyes were big and round and hazel and argh; he was looking at me with such a strange expression: pain, betrayal, shock, recognition and something etched on his face.

It made me freeze yet melt at the same time. And let me tell you; it is an odd combination. It was so out of the ordinary, so different; I just can't put my finger on it.

Anyway , the indecipherable moment that passed between us was gone in almost an instant; he awkwardly rumpled his messy mop of hair and I averted my gaze to the floor, creating circles with my foot.

A few coughs later, and I couldn't take it. I headed off out the portrait hole and then, mustering up all the effort, turned around and asked if he was coming.

Still not talking to me, he nodded as if coming out of a trance and slowly followed me.

The first five minutes of patrol were the most awkward in my whole entire life.

Literally.

I should make it a legal declaration:

I, Lily Evans, hereby declare that the five most awkward minutes of my seventeen years of existence, took place today.

I couldn't look at him, nor him at me. I was sure I was red, maybe even purple, and even he had a reddish hue on his face! And his ears were scarlet. No lie.

It went on like this for the remaining five minutes, before I burst. I couldn't take it any longer. Conveniently, we were just passing by the kitchens, so I directed him inside, and there we sat.

"This is ridiculous," I said at once, blurting it out.

"Oh? You don't say?" he spat, almost scathingly. It actually hurt me, the way he had a look of impatience on his face, like he'd rather be anywhere but here.

"Excuse me?!" I asked, bewildered, "I get that you might be mad that I never thanked you, but you haven't exactly made it easy for me to find you!" That was the truth!

"Thank me?" he asked, his voice low, "you think this is about me wanting your thanks? I'm not that conceited! Maybe I wanted an answer as to why you would be so stupid to act like you knew what you were doing up on that astronomy tower?!"

Oh, I did not want to get to this part just yet.

"I bloody well fell off, easy mistake!" I said defensively, "anyone could have!"

"Are you for real?" he said, eyebrow raised, "do you think I'm stupid? You were practically shitting bricks up there; I could see it all over your face!"

"Was not!" I folded my arms adamantly, but I think I was blushing by this point.

"All I want to know," he began, his voice low, serious, steely, "is why."

Oh great. Awkward part. I had to make a split second decision here:

Lie, lie, lie.

Tell the truth?

Lying would just get me into deeper trouble, but the truth was too embarrassing for me to even say out loud.

But could I bargain being in deeper trouble with him?

No. And hence, truth prevailed.

"You know what you said," I started, gulping here, "about me being boring?"

I couldn't look at him at this point, I really couldn't. I could feel the warmth radiating off my face and that was enough to portray my evident shame.

There was a still pause. No response. And then...

"Lily," he spoke softly, so soft I mentally quivered, "is that what it was about?"

And then I finally look up at him.

He was broken.

His previous disgust had vanished from his face, only to be replaced by dejection, hurt, guilt.

Oh no. No, no, no. Now he was going to feel that it was his fault! I am a bad person!

"James," I told him sternly, "it's not your fault! It's just something...something I had to prove to myself," I finish of lamely tailing away.

"No!" he said, angry now, he rises abruptly, "this is my bloody fault! I didn't mean it Lily you know I didn't!"

I had stood up and he shook me, actually shook me, as if aiming to knock some sense into me.

"I know you didn't," I told him with a smile, "I just didn't want to lose you as a friend...the human being does crazy things when they think they are emotionally vulnerable,"

This pacifies him slightly; he visibly calms. I'm expecting more defence, more anger. But he looks at me for a moment and then out of nowhere, throws himself around me, encasing me in his tight hug. I felt him breathing into my hair and he whispered softly into my ear.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again, Lils."

Flip.

That was my stomach. He pulled away soon (too soon?) and was replaced by a feeling of emptiness.

I stood there for a second, reeling. My stomach...that flip...it made me feel weak; it made my legs want to give way.

So I smiled and promised not to scare him ever again, and we decided to return to doing some actual patrol, in case McGonagall slices our skins and allows her first years use it as parchment.

So we left behind the kitchen and the hugs and the flips.

After a half hour of chatting about the usual things (I love how we could go back to normal in an instant), I tentatively bring up his antics in the Hospital Wing a few days ago. His face automatically hardened; oops Lily. Wrong move.

"You were with Rob," he said, almost disgusted, "and I had just, no offence, saved your bloody life, I thought I ought to have an explanation, not that idiot, especially since Pomfrey hadn't let me in before then."

Well, that would make sense. Poor James, I really do hassle him.

"What have you got against Rob," I mused out loud.

"Nothing," he said, indifferent, "I just think I was owed an explanation more than him!"

"Fair point," I said, "sorry there."

He waved his hand in not-rude dismissal and then he turned to me with a grin, determined to change the subject, no doubt.

So we got talking about how Sirius blew some potion up in Slughorns lesson, and we laughed and chatted away some more.

Now I'm sat here, on my bed, so bewildered, as my status conveyed.

Mainly about the flips, I mean, they were new to me. It wasn't the "I'm-so-nervous-for-this-exam" flip or the "I-just-ate-something-bad" flip. No, this was another flip entirely. It was in a flipping league of its own. It was a nice flip, the kind of flip you might get on a first date, or a second date, or when the guy you have a crush on gives you that look.

And that is the odd thing.

I have no romantic feelings for James whatsoever, I know that. So why that kind of flip? Maybe it's the not so simple reason that if someone you spend so much time with saves your actual life, then waits by your bedside for HOURS for you to wake up, then completely forgives you for scaring the balls off of him, then flips will just naturally occur!

I'm definitely putting it down to that for now. I don't have feeling for James. Not in that way. I mean, he is incredibly cute, but not in the I-want-to-jump-your-bones-like-Alice-says way, just in the...aww...I'd like to ruffle your hair way.

Yeah, I'd ruffle James' hair. I'd maybe even, you know, like James if he wasn't James my close friend and if I wasn't already practically engaged in my head to Robert Davies.

Maybe.

I best get some sleep. My hand actually aches now. I must stop having such an interesting life; there would be much less for me to write if that was the case.

G'night.

A/N: Hope you all liked it, thanks again :)

P.S Some of you may not know this but the term I used, "Och aye," is a Scottish phrase, not me talking gibberish! xD