Notes: 30 reviews for the next chapter? Is that okay? I hope you enjoy this one - it's been a long time in the making. It's somewhat sad, but don't view the first half as Lily/James bashing, it's really not. I adore them!
our dancing days
chocolate box
xii. lilyjames
His chocolate box fantasy has been seven years in the making.
James Potter always has a different, rose-coloured view of romance. All chocolate-box-cottages and chocolate-box-romances and chocolate-box-hearts, and did you know, he's never really been a fan of chocolates. Maybe that's where he went wrong the first time.
He doubts it.
He's always written her poetry - not Shakespeare or Byron or Tennyson - and smiled at her - charming, sweet, but not stunning - and held her hand as if to say she's mine - not as if to say I think she's mine, so I'm going to hang on for as long as I can before she slips away and-
But he's getting ahead of himself.
James is arrogant, immature, insufferable, and an optimist, but Lily is somewhat stuck up, emotional, selfish, and a pessimist. Maybe they're perfect for each other, if only to save them from the rest of the world.
Lily Evans has always been a realist. Responsibility and annoyance and maturity, and did you know, she's always liked chocolate. Maybe that's where she stumbled. She thinks so.
She's always turned her nose up at his gifts - not accepted them with grace and poise like a nice girl - and scowled at him - scathing, demeaning, but not beautiful - and slapped him as if to say you're a jerk- not as if to say I'm a horrid, horrible person but I'm me and I'm the only one that can get broken by my mistakes and why can't you, you lovely, charming, sweet, beautiful boy understand that and-
But she's running her mouth again.
Lily is kind, beautiful, powerful, and a red-head, but James is charming, handsome, influential, and a Potter.
So, in the end, when all conclusions are drawn and they finally see what's been hiding under their noses, he's not so perfect and not so realistic, and she's not so graceful and not so sweet. But he's charming and he really does love her, and she's kind and she can't help but love him.
"I'm not one of your chocolate-box-girls, you know, James," Lily tells him with a raise of her fiery eyebrows.
"Who cares?" He asks with a laugh and a shrug. "I'll still love you. Forever and ever and ever..." And his poetry's not Byron and she really does hate gifts, but James is right: who cares? Not them.