YAY! Third Chapter! =D I’m just so UBER excited… hehe. I would love it if you guys reviewed... because I’ve written this story with events and situations that (sadly) have been apart of my friends’ lives and mine, and it takes alot of energy to type it all. lol. yes yes, all this wit you see in lily’s head had to come from some where… *takes all the credit*
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Why, oh, why does this have to happen to me?
By this time, the rest of the marauders have already caught up with us.
You know, this reminds me of the girl in the movie Just My Luck when she’s in that bowling place and she gets electricuted, falls, and has a cute guy catch her... Except James is NOT cute, I wasn't electricuted, and my favorite band, McFly, is no where to be seen! Trust me, if the boys of McFly where anywhere near me, I'd probably stampede them.
Er, sorry. I have a movie obsession. When ever I’m in a situation, I try to refer back to a part from a movie I’ve seen. I can’t help it. It’s like second nature to me. It helps me deal with things better. Like I’m not the only who’s had that happen to her. I have a problem with luck; as in, I don't have any. Ergo, Just My Luck referance.
Potter is pretty much holding me, enjoying every minute of this. His eyes are staring into mine. I think I’m getting a headache. Oh, darn those smokey, hazel eyes.
Not that I’m getting into detail, because I don’t pay attention to his eyes.
All this thinking is pulling me away from reality. It's been two full minutes and Potter is still holding me. I should be scratching his eyes out. So, what do I do?
WHAT DO YOU THINK I DO!?
I push him away, that’s what I do. Give me props, damn it.
I stand up straight, and smooth out my jacket and try to look professional. Keyword: TRYING.
“Ok, Evans, no need to be feisty.”
I’d love to stay in this little group and chat with my best friend while we’re huddled with all the marauders right now, but I have my list of books I still have to buy. That damn leisure book is going to have to wait a little bit longer.
Potter hasn’t taken his eyes off me.
I narrow my eyes.
“What are you looking at?”
“Why, I’m looking at you, Miss.”
No. He. Did. Not!
He quoted one of my favorite movies. The line from the movie The Last Of The Mohicans.
Damn him. Damn him and his ways to get me all twisted.
We always do that, Potter and I. It’s like an unspoken language. We say quotes from movies when we talk to each other sometimes. And we both know which movies our lines are from. Ok, so I admit, we have SOMETHING in common. But that’s beside the point. He’s still the same James Potter, with or without our 'having in commons'.
He sees my face, and he knows that I know that he knows what movie it’s from.
Alright, so he got me this time.
I don’t really know if he’s that obsessed with movies like I am, but I’ve heard from a reliable source (aka Jessica) that he thinks up parts from movies that relate with the weird or random situations that he’s in, just like what I do with myself.
Not that I care.
Because I don’t.
It’s probably not even true, who knows?
The other day I told him off…
With a line from Mean Girls.
And he laughed. This frightened me a little. Gryffindor boys don't watch movies about popular female domination and super jumbo tampons. This meant Potter knew what I was talking about.
I mean if Potter saw Mean Girls…
“So, how was your morning, Evans?”
That tradition smirk is creeping up to his face again. Where did that mental note to slap myself go? Try not to flinch, try not to flinch, try not to flinch….
I don’t flinch.
I blush instead.
“It was fine.”
“I’m sure it was.”
Oh, god. Sirius is already eyeing us. He can totally read this out. I’ve seen that look before. He’s smiling. Um, yeah he definitely knows.
His eyes just twinkled! He knows everything!
I'm not that paranoid, jeez. Just reason with me, alright? Well, I figure he would know everything from this morning, since he lives with James. Yes. I know. I have the best luck in the world. They’ve known each other since First Year at Hogwarts, and have been best friends since. In the summer Sirius ran away from the Black household and moved in at the Potter's. But, he's not in the same room. He sleeps in the guest room. Don’t ask me how I know these things. Because for one: I have Jessica, and she babbles on about nothing and everything all at once. And for two: I’m next door to the boy that most of the gossip at Hogwarts is about. Oh, and I also remember the exact positions of everything in James's house. We were best friends, you know.
“So, Lily, Prongs tells me that you had a nice encounter with him this morning,” Sirius says to me. I get the urge to bite him. “Sorry you guys, we have to meet with some people right now, so- BYE!” Jessica cuts in quick.
I love her. Remind me to get a tattoo that says I LOVE JESSICA on my forehead. You know, I would make a mental note, but they obviously don’t work.
We take our books and head out the door as fast as humanly possible.
“By the way, Evans, you looked sexy in that towel!”
Potter yells this as soon as the door closes behind us. Jessica and I stop at the same time. I have my ‘oh shit’ face on right now. I look at Jessica. She looks at me. She has her ‘wtf’ face. Hm.. she pulls that face off pretty good.
Ah, no! Stay focused!
Out of book store, marauders harrassing me, walking out, Potter commenting on me being sexy...Ugh. Let's try to change the subject. “Wow, Jessica, thank you so much! I love you! You totally saved my-”
“Don’t worry about. I only did it because I’m your best friend, and because I had to get you outta there so you could tell me what you forgot to mention about James. And him seeing you in a towel? What was that about? SPILL IT.”
We resume walking.
By the time we get ALL of our requirements for school, I tell Jessica everything about this morning. “So, was he hot?”
“What? I’m the friend, you’re supposed to tell me these things. I’m not going to beat around the bush. I know I have a boyfriend, but I can still say that James is definately hot. He would be perfect for you.”
“Oh, whatever.” Time for me to try a second attempt at changing the subject.
“So, do you wanna do something tonight? We haven’t had our traditional sleepover at my house in a while.”
“Oh my gosh! Yes! We need to totally have a sleepover tonight! What do you say? Do you think your dad will let me?”
“Well, duh, my dad loves you, Little Miss Perfect. You know, you have to teach me how to persuade my dad, because you can persuade him to do anything for the two of us, and I’m his daughter! How do you do it? I think it’s because of your smile.”
“Lilian, my sweet. I have dimples, and that, by all means, is a success with the parents,” she says to me. We find a bench and sit down. All that walking has worn me out.
“But it’s true. I guess I do have to teach you some things,” Jessica says. She better. I don’t know anyone else who can persuade my dad to do ANYTHING. Darn those dimples.
“I’ll call my mom and she can come pick me up. Then I’ll go and pack my overnight bag and then I'll be off at your house!”
“YAY! I can’t wait.”
We do the ‘teenage girl squealing’ and then I say, “Hey, I was thinking…”
“Lily! Yes! Of course!”
This girl can read my mind, I tell you.
I can’t help but grin as Jessica excited talks to me.
“I can’t wait to do our usual messing with Potter at the sleepover! GAH! Lily, we so have to get him back for that one time when he cut off all the lights in your house and we both, like, fell down the stairs. Actually, it would have been much better if we really fell. Ouch," She says while rubbing that sore spot under her armpit (oh goodness, long story). "So, this time we have to do something good.”
REVIEW, MY PEOPLE! :] The sleepover at Lily’s house is going to be SLAMMIN’.
Oh god, I did NOT just say slammin’ …
*hides face behind hoodie, and tries to not be a dork.* =P
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