I really like you. How hard can it be to say those four words? Apparently very hard, as Lily Evans has just tried to utter them to James Potter and they came out sounding something like, "I r-really…I mean…what I'm trying to say is…I l-like…tacos."
Her mouth drops open at the stupidity of her statement. Tacos? Really? Maybe she ought to get her head examined. Clearly she had been intending to say something more related to James Potter than tacos.
Speaking of James Potter, he is staring at her in confusion.
"Lily, what's a taco?"
Before she can even consider what she is doing, she is answering him. "It's a muggle food, James. It's a crunchy shell of cornmeal filled with ground beef and tomatoes and lettuce and sour cream…you really should try one." She then smacks her forehead, realizing that she is no closer to telling him how she feels.
"So you dragged me out of dinner just to tell me about tacos?" He runs his fingers through his hair. "I don't understand you, Lily."
"You're not the only one," Lily mutters. She looks up into his hazels eyes and exhales. "That's not why, no." She takes a deep breath, trying to find the courage to say the words that she meant to say in the first place.
She thought this would be easy. He had been in love with her for years, so she knows that she shouldn't fear rejection, but she does none the less. What if he's changed his mind? What if she's just a little too late and now he's moved on? She would deserve it.
Just as she is about to just turn and run away, James speaks.
"You're going to ask me if I want to have tacos with you, right?" His eyes sparkle and a grin breaks out on his face. "Because I would love to! It's a date!"
Lily gapes at him before she starts to smile as well. "Yeah, that's what I wanted to say." He had a knack for saving her right when she needed him to. "It's a date."
James gives her a hug, almost suffocating her before letting her go and beaming. "I knew you would go out with me someday."
He wraps his arms around her once more, then rushes back into the Great Hall, presumably to tell his mates. Lily stares at his retreating form, wondering if she'll ever have as much confidence as he does.
Yeah, I know, I haven't posted in forever. I apologize. I'm always working on stuff for my creative writing course, plus I have no ideas for this. But I churned this out for you all, so I hope you enjoy it regardless.