(A/N): Hey Guys! So, I have some good news and some bad news. Good news, I won an ipad two days ago for the persuasive argument I wrote on the Maximum Ride series, and it's great! My five friends that were sitting around me did that thing friends always do when someone mentions you in public, they went crazy and started screaming, and so did everybody else! I was so shocked that everyone else did, because very few people know me, and I was surprised that I won seeing as I wrote it in a single lesson after I finished my work. Also, apparently they're going to put my picture in the advertiser because of it.
Okay, about the chapter.
This chapter wasn't that hard for me to write really, but by the end of it I was really sad, because I was making it up as I went along, and it turned out rather...depressing, in my opinion at least. Have fun with it though, even though it's pretty depressing, because the quality of the writing is bloody shit house! Also, now that I'm on holidays (first Monday off starting tomorrow!), I should be updating more often!
I started this story in 2012. I was fourteen. Its been almost ten years. If you don't like something in the early chapters, it's not going to suddenly change ten years after I wrote it. If you're going to review this story with criticisms, please log in so I can actually reply to you and not have to leave messages like this in chapters so you might actually see it. And if you're just going to bash the story for being inaccurate, again, please remember that I was fourteen, I wasn't born in the 1960's, and I have never been outside of Australia. And some things are inaccurate because that's what people in that time period thought- not necessarily what I think, or know today.
Lily
About fifteen minutes after Leo and Elaine disappeared, I decided to follow them, mainly because I was worried, and also because James Potter were on their way over here. I wandered the halls for a few minutes and came to a corridor with a portrait of a fruit bowl at one end. I sighed and went to turn around before I heard the door open. I quickly rushed behind a tapestry, foolishly thinking it was Potter and his friends, peeking out only to find it was Elaine and Leo. She had one arm around his shoulder, the other holding his hand, and he had the side of his head on her shoulder, leaning against her lightly as if for support, and just as I was about to shout out to them, I saw the tears carving their tracks down his cheeks.
I felt a surge of jealousy rush through me, not because I liked Leo in that way, but because I felt Elaine was quickly taking my place as Leo's best friend. I had already lost Tuney, and partially Sev, I couldn't deal with losing Leo, and I had only met him a few months ago. Suddenly, Leo paused, looking like a dog, sniffing the air almost imperceptibly before his eyes darted towards the tapestry behind which I was hiding. He let go of Elaine's hand and shared a look with her. She pulled her arm from his shoulders and nodded before walking off in the opposite direction. Leo stood still for a few seconds, and I held my breath, before his head turned to the floor.
"You can come out now Lils." I flushed in embarrassment before taking a breath and stepping out from behind the dusty material.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to spy." I said quietly, and Leo's head snapped up.
"Spying generally means not getting caught." He replied, taking a step towards me. I swallowed lightly, gingerly taking a step forward. I didn't know why I was so nervous, he was my best friend, I shouldn't be afraid.
"Still, I'm sorry." My eyes drifted to his feet, and I took another step forward. "What are you crying about?" I asked bluntly, though still quiet, my eyes resting upon his face curious and concerned.
"It's nothing." He muttered, turning his face away as if trying to hide, his voice tired and full of hurt, but I decided to give him some space on the subject.
"If you say so." I whispered, keeping my eyes on him, watching him, feeling as if at any second he would burst into tears again and curl up into a ball in the corner.
"I do say so." He muttered under his breath, something I think he didn't know I'd hear, if the look of surprise on his face when I confronted him about it was any clue.
"Don't be such a little bitch about it, or next time I won't ask." I growled, glaring at him with my arms crossed over my chest, resisting the rather strong urge to stomp my foot.
"Well, maybe next time you shouldn't!" He exclaimed angrily, reciprocating my glare, his hands balled into fists by his side, and I dare say he looked quite a bit more menacing than I did.
"Oh, believe me, I won't! I won't ask you about anything!" He rolled his eyes and shook his head, his mouth curved into a menacing smirk.
"Now you sound like your bloody sister! You were so angry and depressed when she stopped asking about Hogwarts, and now you're doing the exact same thing, you're just a hypocrite Lily, a bloody hypocrite!" My mind went blank for a second, my vision blurred red with rage, and I stepped closer, until we were only inches apart, my top lip pulled back over my teeth in a furious and superior looking sneer.
"A hypocrite?" I asked, deathly quiet, which would have been enough to alert anyone else to the danger they were in. "I'd rather ask James bloody Potter about anything, at least he's not a secretive bastard!" Leo raised an eyebrow, his mouth closing and his lips pressing together in a tight line, his face going blank as he nodded twice, looking off to the side, and I instantly regretted my words, but I was still angry and too stubborn to swallow my pride and apologise.
"Is that what you think?" He asked quietly, avoiding my eyes, his teeth locked together as if to keep him from spitting insults.
"Yes." I whispered, dropping my glare to the ground, though it had softened slightly. I refused to look up at him, refused to accept the fact that I had just practically told my best friend that I hated him.
"Well...I'll see you around than Evans." My head snapped up as he called me by my last name, something that he had never done. His eyes didn't hold any malice, they were blank, his mouth wasn't curled into a snarl, nor his usual half-smile, not even a slight frown, simply blank. That's all I could get from him, my best friend: blank, blank, blank. He looked at me for a second before turning around and walking away, and I stood stock still, staring after him.
He didn't look back.
(A/N): Depressed yet? Don't worry too much, I have plans for this. Please review and/or check out my other stories! Also, welcome to my new reviewer, RandomLurker, and my steady reviewer, Sand Paper Button.
I started this story in 2012. I was fourteen. Its been almost ten years. If you don't like something in the early chapters, it's not going to suddenly change ten years after I wrote it. If you're going to review this story with criticisms, please log in so I can actually reply to you and not have to leave messages like this in chapters so you might actually see it. And if you're just going to bash the story for being inaccurate, again, please remember that I was fourteen, I wasn't born in the 1960's, and I have never been outside of Australia. And some things are inaccurate because that's what people in that time period thought- not necessarily what I think, or know today.