Blue Suede Shoes
Summary: Best friends with Lily Evans and Hannah Myers, hyper, new shoes, and has Sirius Black tracking her down. That's my life. Who am I? I'm Sal.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except Sal, Hannah, and the plot.
Chapter 1
"Wake up my beauties, rise and shine! It's a brand new day and the mortal world is at peace."
A fuzzy mound of red hair with one bleary- from- lack- of- sleep green eye stared into my blue wide-awake- so-lets-do-something-fun- ones. "Huh?" It said quite loudly. Very intelligent creature this one is. Who is this scary centaur you ask? Its name is Lily Evans, girl friend of James Potter.
Why did she raise your head you ask? Because my pillow had connected moments before with said sleepy head and now she looks ready to eat me.
"It had better be noon Willows." Beside said fuzzy head, my pet ferret Peppermint poked her little head up, yawning widely and showing me her sharp little teeth.
"Actually, it's 6:00 in the morning."
Willows, that's me. No, my parents didn't hate me and give me the name of a tree. You silly goose. Lilly refers to my last name when she's being cranky. My name is Salina Marlena- Christine Avery Willows. Everyone just calls me Sal. Who am I you ask? I am a sixth year Gryfindor, much to the disappointment of my parents who were both in Ravenclaw as well as my four brothers Andrew, Wesley, Kyle, and Marcus. How the hat deemed my siblings smart is beyond my understanding.
Moving on, I am best friends and roommate of Lily Marilyn Evans and Hannah Clarice Myers. I would be waking Hannah up along with Miss Crabby-face, but she has not returned from her spring vacation from Egypt, the lucky duckling.
We did have another roommate named Lindsay Iris Lawrence but I chased her out in third year saying Mr. Igglemebrooks was going to cook her in spaghetti because she made Lily cry. She also smelled like marshmallows. I don't like marshmallows.
I am really tall, just at 6"0. I tower over Lily but we'll get to that girl in just a moment. It's my time to shine right now. I have shoulder length fuzzy blonde hair that is permanently highlighted by the sun, I have large blue eyes that I hide behind gold glasses or so says Lily, snobby girl who wears contacts, and I have fair skin with a permanent farmer's tan from my T-shirts.
In case you haven't figured it out yet, I like to be outdoors. I play on the Quidditch team as a Batter so my position will explain my amazing muscles and my six- pack that I can feel and see when I suck in my tummy fat. The only thing that really bugs me is my boobs. They are big and they get in the way of Quidditch playing. It really hurts if I fall on my tummy because they break my fall and it really hurts and Lily snickers at me because she doesn't have that problem. She's never had a bludger come flying at her in the middle of an intense game against the Slytherins, cheating bastards.
I am a half-blood, a muggleborn at heart and have grown up in the muggle world so technicelly I am a muggleborn. And as a muggleborn, I have my right to a skateboard. Skateboards are fun and the wheels turn and I go Whee! as I fly down the corridors' stone floors and it's all fun and games until I hit the stairs and go crashing down into my teachers and then find myself in detention with a band-aid on my forehead and I don't even get a lollipop. It's a very sad story.
And finally, I am really talented in Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts and I suck at Astronomy and Arithmacy. If the stars wanted me to learn about them and the constellations, they'd come to me and teach during my beauty rest along with those stupid calculations that make no sense and no one really cares about. Alas, Lily said it's unwise to leave the window open for them to fly in at night. It attracts bugs.
Now enough about me and my awesomeness. Lily Marilyn Evans is my bestest friend in the whole wide world. How did she become my bestest friend you ask? I decided she was after she had dropped her cupcake on the floor in first year.
How did she become my bestest friend from that you ask? She picked it back up, blue icing smooshed and all and hurled it at a Slytherin blonde boy who was laughing at her predicament. He had blue goo all over his face and in his platinum blonde hair, which he now dyes. He's called Blucus Malfoy or Duke or Lucille or something along those lines. Funny as heck. I bought her another cupcake and since then we've been inseparable.
She is quite pretty. She's got round green eyes and wild red curls that go down to her waist. She threatened to cut it off so I sicked James on her to make sure she never went near a barbershop. It has worked perfectly and she's never cut it. She stands at 5"1 ½ feet since we last measured her and is a skinny- minny. She's got the tiniest waist and her boobs are not huge like mine, lucky girl.
The one major flaw she has is she can't handle embarrassment well. She gets quite flustered and starts screeching like a banshee making herself look more stupid then she did before the thing that dared to embarrass her. Her shouting can give me quite a headache. Hannah is better at getting her to shut up. I just Silencio her and then all goes to hell later on once her voice is restored.
So why am I throwing a pillow at her on a Saturday at 6 AM and expecting to survive the gorgeous day without Hannah's loving tender care to restore sanity to our peaceful little world you ask? Because I'm an early riser and I want to play Barbie Lily and because my mommy sent me a new curling iron. I think I'm supposed to use it for myself but I like my hair naturally. I love Lily's hair and she's never hated the outcome of my work. I sometimes even shock myself with my geniusness.
Lily moaned into her pillow. "Why do you enjoy tormenting me?"
"Because I can Lil-ay." I like to throw in a fake New York accent when bugging her. It's such fun. Lily throws her face back into the pillow. "And because Hannah's not here to stop me."
I probably should warn her to avoid the puddle on the pillow. The pillow she's breathing into is mine and I drool.
Yes. No? Is it funny or just stupid?