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I said yes.
He asked me to Hogsmeade and I said yes.
WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?!?!?
Oh, my god, what have I gotten myself into?!
I just…I wasn’t thinking. He looked so adorable, with his hair all thick and messy and glinting in the firelight and his eyes are so pretty, and his lips are really pink and soft looking, and…
James Potter fell on me. He landed right on top of me. I tripped over my own foot (shut up) and grabbed the front of his robes to steady myself, but then he tripped and he landed right on me and I didn’t even get to feel his muscles!
I WANT A REFUND ON LIFE.
And then his face was so close to mine and I couldn’t stop staring at his mouth, which was really, really close and shiny and pink, and he said something, and I think I made an odd humming noise, and then I looked up at his eyes and I couldn’t think anymore – just for future reference, Lily, breathing isn’t just an option, it’s strictly necessary – and he goes ‘WillyougotoHogsmeadewithme?’
And then I said something really intelligent, like ‘Heh?’
And then he asked me again and I SAID YES!
CRAPPERS! I’m not supposed to say yes! I’m supposed to RESIST!
I’m sort of glad I said yes, though.
No, I am most certainly NOT glad. I am dreading this. Beyond anything. DREADING. THIS.
But I’m still kind of excited.
Just…don’t read the crossed-out parts, okay?
I wonder what I should wear on my date with James Potter (squeal)…
I think I’m actually excited about this. So I guess this weird feeling in my stomach is NOT nausea because the fact that I’ll have to be in the presence of James Potter for a whole day. They’re butterflies. Of excitement.
Someone please kill me now.
But really. What should I wear?
Ugh, I’ll have to go and tell Marlene and Alice. Yippee. That’ll be a chock full of fun. It comes right after poking my eyeballs out with a plastic fork and right before stabbing myself repeatedly with a knife on the ‘fun list’.
This’ll be a blast. Okay, I just have to walk in there, and be all casual-like. “Hey guys, I got a date for Hogsmeade this weekend. Figured it would be a nice change to go out once in a while, you know?”
And then when they ask me who, I’ll still be all casual, and just be like, “Oh, James Potter.”
And then I should shrug. Shrugging is very blasé. I definitely should shrug. It’ll be like, “Oh, James Potter.” Shrug. And maybe a little hair flip. Yeah, a hair flip is sounding pretty good.
Shit, I need to go and practice this!
Oh my god! I told them – with my perfectly practiced little act – and instead of acting all grossed out, they both squealed! SQUEALED! And then Marlene yelled, ‘It’s about time!’
Like, what the hell? I thought that they were on my side about this whole ‘not dating Potter’ thing I’ve got going on for the past six years. They’ve been WANTING me to go out with him. In fact, Marlene declared that she HELPED him win me over. HELPED HIM! SHE GAVE HIM ADVICE!
On the plus side, they picked out a really cute outfit for me! I’m wearing an emerald green cotton summer dress with silver designs that reaches right above my knees, along with a pair of silver flats and dangly silver earrings.
One more day! Yay!!
Uh, I mean, oh no, one more day.
Seriously. Don’t read the crossed-out parts.
I grinned as I closed her diary. Denial, Lily! DENIAL! She’s so looking forward to the date. Who wouldn’t be?
I’m practically quivering from excitement myself.
Oh James, if only you were real – what the hell?
I whipped around as another thunk came from behind me, and hurried to the window, opening it and sticking my head out.
Of course, right when I decide to hang out of my window and peer around at the (vacated, might I add) ground underneath me like the crazy loon that I am, our hot neighbor comes out of his house.
Crap. I froze and looked at him, and he looked back at me.
“Um, what are you doing?” He asked nervously, looking up at me in alarm.
I laughed weakly. “Yeah, uh…I was looking for wrackspurts?”
The kid isn’t even a wizard. Someone slap me.
“Hey, look a bird, kay, gotta go bye!” With that, I quickly pulled my head in and slammed the window shut. Then I groaned in exasperation as I slid down the wall. Great. Just great. The hot neighbor probably thinks I’m insane.
I shouldn’t be allowed to interact with human beings.
Another thunk hit the window, and with a growl I yanked it open.
“What?!” I demanded of the thin air, looking, I’m sure, absolutely deranged.
“Um. Are you okay?” The neighbor asked, after staring at me in genuine fear for a moment.
I cursed loudly. Of course he would be still standing there.
“Someone keeps hitting my window with ro – OW!” I exclaimed just as another one sailed in and hit me smack dab in the middle of my forehead.
Malfoy’s head peaked out from behind a tree. “Whoops.”
“What the fuck, Malfoy?” I snapped at him, kneading my forehead. “That’s going to leave a bruise! OH MY GOD, you lost me some brain cells! I NEED THOSE BRAIN CELLS, YOU IDIOT! How else am I supposed to do well in school?!”
“You’ll do fine.” He rolled his eyes and stepped out from behind the tree. “I wanted to say sorry.”
“You couldn’t have just knocked on my bedroom door like a normal human being?” I asked, noticing, out of the corner of my eye, that the hot neighbor – I really need to find out his name – was still standing there, watching us like we were an entertaining television show.
“You would have slammed the door in my face.” Malfoy said, raising his eyebrows.
“No, I would not – okay, yes, I probably would have.” I shrugged. Then I pulled my head back into the room and proceeded to start closing the window again.
“ROSE! COME ON, HEAR ME OUT!” Malfoy yelled.
“No! Leave me alone!” I screamed back, and with a final grunt, slammed the window shut.
I turned around and pinched the bridge of my nose in exasperation. I think I might end up killing someone by the end of this day.
There was another loud knocking on my window, and I whirled around again, my face set in the lines of pure fury.
“AAH!” I screamed, stumbling back just as Malfoy’s face came into sight.
He appears to be dangling from my window.
Holy Merlin, does the child even have a brain?!
“What – are – you – doing?” I hissed, yanking the window out of my way. The hot neighbor was still standing there, his mouth wide open from shock.
Okay. Look, you’re hot and all, but you seriously need to leave. Like, now.
“Rose, please, let me talk.” Malfoy pleaded.
“No! Get back down on the ground!” I ordered.
“I’ll let go.” Malfoy threatened. My eyes widened. The ground must be about thirty feet away – Merlin, how did he climb up so fast? – and I can’t do any magic, since the muggle is still standing there.
“Malfoy, just stop – oh my god!” I yelped as he let go with one of his hands and dangled precariously over the ground.
“I’m going to let go if you don’t listen to me.” He said, looking up at me.
“Malfoy, you’ll get hurt.” I protested weakly. “Just, please, get down the ground and – NO!” I reached forward and grabbed his hand just as he let one finger go. “Stop it.” I said, breathing hard. “Just stop it. You can come in.”
With a wide grin, Malfoy hauled himself over the window ledge and climbed into my room. “Nice room.” He said, taking a look around. I rolled my eyes. My room was nearly blinding, with its lime green walls and lime green and blue covers and lime green curtains, and….well, basically, pretty much lime green everything, with a little blue and brown splashed in.
Let’s play a game! If you guess what my favorite color is, I’ll slap Malfoy across the face.
You’re right! It is lime green! How ever did you know?!
Just as he turned around to look at me, I let my hand fly towards him, and with a loud smacking sound, slapped him hard across the face. “What were you thinking?” I yelled, slapping him on the arm with my other hand as he clutched at his face. “You can’t just play with someone’s emotions like that – it’s absolutely sick, Malfoy!”
“Augh!” He yelped as I continued to hit him. “Rose, stop it! I’m sorry – are you crying?”
“YES, I AM CRYING!” I shrilled at him, not bothering to wipe away the tears that were pouring down my face. “I JUST HAD THE WORST DAY EVER! AND THEN YOU COME IN HERE AND MAKE IT EVEN WORSE BY THREATENING TO FREAKING KILL YOURSELF! WHAT. IS. YOUR. PROBLEM?!”
“Merlin, Rose, I didn’t know you cared so much about me.” He smirked, and with a scream of pure frustration and outrage, I turned around and stalked out of my room, slamming the door behind me.
“I HATE YOU!” I shrieked at the door, and then I flew down the stairs.
I’m going to keep running until I don’t have to ever see his face again. Yes, really.
It’s final. The world has officially ended. Dumbledore shagged McGonagall. Voldemort kissed a muggle. Malfoy snapped his wand in half and proclaimed his desire to become a Buddhist Monk. Snape washed his hair. THE WORLD HAS GONE ABSOLUTELY WONKY.
And I went on a date with James Potter and enjoyed it.
And now I might be in love with him.
And I don’t care.
Oh, story time! I want to get this down perfectly, so I never have to forget it:
I groaned and buried my head under my blanket as Alice started jumping on my bed.
“Five more minutes.” I muttered, pulling on it so that she slid off.
“No way, Evans! You have to get up now! You’ve got a date with James Potter in two hours!”
I sat up. “WHAT?! TWO HOURS! ALICE, WHY DIDN’T YOU WAKE ME BEFORE?!”
She raised her eyebrow at me, looking amused. “You still want to sleep for five more minutes?”
“Move!” I commanded, leaping out of my bed and barreling into my and James’ bathroom.
Which, I soon realized, he was currently occupying.
“Augh!” James yelped, quickly tying a towel around his waist. “Lily!”
“Shit, sorry!” I cried, covering my eyes and stumbling back. “I forgot to knock.”
“I mean, I should have freaking realized that you might be in here, we bloody share this thing!”
“But no, I just lose all of my manners – which, I promise you, I definitely have – and barge right in! I’m really sorry James, I –”
“LILY!” Two large hands wrapped themselves around my wrists. “Shut up.”
“Okay.” I muttered weakly.
“You don’t have to cover your eyes.” He said softly, and he pulled my hands away. I glanced at his chest – eep! Not watching that water droplet make its way down his perfectly toned…okay, I’m stopping now – and then quickly looked up at his face. His hair was disheveled even when it was wet, the black strands glistening like silk as they dripped water all down his face.
I gulped. Fuck, he’s gorgeous.
“Um.” I whimpered.
“It’s okay.” He said seriously, gazing into my eyes. “It’s nothing that I don’t plan on you seeing – WAIT! That wasn’t supposed to come out, forget I said that –”
I laughed, throwing my head back. He mumbled apologetically, looking profoundly embarrassed, which I somehow found even more endearing.
“I guess this is the perfect match since we’re both so awkward.” I laughed, and his hand came up to nervously tousle his hair.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.” He said, his cheeks burning as he gazed at the floor.
“It’s okay.” I touched his cheek – uh…there was a droplet going down his face and it was bothering me…yeah, that’s it – and he looked up at me.
“Wow.” I said softly, gazing into his warm eyes. “Your eyes are…they’re hazel.”
A black eyebrow came up. “No way.”
“I’ve never seen that color before.” I murmured, fascinated by the kaleidoscope of colors – some brown, some gold, a little green and just a touch of gray – that swirled through his irises. “It’s…mesmerizing.”
“Yours are prettier.” He said softly, looking deep into them. “They remind me of a forest, right after a storm, when everything is sparkling and green and…and alive.”
Ha. I have ‘forest after a storm when everything is sparkling and green and alive’ colored eyes. Suck on that, bitches.
“Oi, Lily, why don’t I hear the shower – oh!” Alice’s surprised voice appeared, and I sighed as James hastily stepped away from me.
“I’ll see you soon, then?” He asked, looking anxious.
I smiled warmly at him, and he looked relieved. “Definitely.”
After getting ready – courtesy of Alice and Marlene – I stood in front of the mirror, looking nervously at my reflection.
This is so weird. I look nice. Not just nice, I look – dare I say it – pretty.
“Wow, guys.” I breathed, taking it in. “You did a fantastic makeover! This looks great!”
Alice looked surprised. “But Lily, there’s hardly any make-up on you.”
“What? No way.” I said disbelievingly, turning back to the mirror again. The girl in front of me had glittering green eyes that were highlighted by a touch of shimmery eye shadow, some light eyeliner, and long, thick eyelashes. Her flawless skin seemed to glow with health, and her dark red hair fell in loose curls down her back. The green dress perfectly matched her eyes and brought out curves in all the right places. The effect was completed by her legs, which seemed a mile long.
“All we did was brush your hair and put on some eyeliner, eye shadow and mascara, Lils.” Marlene said. “When will you realize that you’re beautiful?”
I just shook my head. “Um, wow.”
“Alright.” Alice shoved me towards the door. “Get going!”
I took a deep breath and hitched a smile on my face. “Okay. I got this. I got this.”
“Um, Lily?” Marlene asked. I turned to her, my face still in a bright smile. “Just…don’t smile like that. You look creepy.”
The smile slid off my face.
“Love you too, Marly.” I said dryly, turning around and marching out the door.
“Have fun!” Alice called after me. I tried to ignore their incessant giggling as I closed the door around me. Shaking my head and smiling slightly at their antics, I made my way over to our common room, where I saw James and Sirius. James’ hair was sticking up in fifty different directions, and he looked nervous. Sirius looked haughty and bored. And mischievous. But he always looks mischievous, so it’s nothing to be worried about…that much.
“Hi.” I said awkwardly to announce my presence. James whirled around, looking intensely relieved. He was wearing a black button down shirt untucked over a pair of jeans. His sleeves were rolled back to uncover his muscular forearms, and I gulped. Crap, I’m a sucker for forearms. Especially muscular ones.
“I told you she’d come.” Sirius muttered at him, and James swatted him away.
“Hey.” He said, coming towards me and taking in my appearance. “You look beautiful.”
I blushed and looked down. “Thank you. You look beautiful, too.”
Fuck, I did not just say that.
He laughed. “Beautiful?”
I looked up at him, eyes wide and earnest. “Yeah! Guys can look beautiful, too, can’t they?”
“Well, I was sort of hoping for something –”
“Beautiful.” I said firmly. “You look beautiful.”
“Uh, actually, I do believe that I’m the beautiful one of us.” Sirius flipped his hair back and raised and eyebrow to look over at me, an alluring smile on his face.
I glanced over at him, cocking my head to the side. “Nope, don’t see it. Wanna go, James?”
“Hey!” Sirius called indignantly as James laughed and took my hand, walking us to the door. “I am beautiful!”
“Maybe if you cut down on the arrogance level, it’ll work out someday!” James yelled back.
“It’s not being arrogant if you actually have something to brag about!”
“Okay, have fun! By the way, I want to be godfather of your first child!”
James face was slightly pink as he quickly closed the door. “He’s insane.” He muttered as I laughed.
“He’s funny.” I said, surprised. “Wow, I just admitted that Sirius Black is funny.”
“Funny? The bloke’s hilarious.” James said as he walked down the hallway, his hand still holding mine. I held back a squeal of excitement at that. “He may not seem like the brightest or nicest person out there, but once you get to know him, you realize that he’s truly an amazing person. He’s fiercely loyal, very brave, and actually quite clever.”
“He’s your best mate, right? Out of the three of them?” I asked him.
“No.” James shook his head and looked at me. “He’s my brother.”
I smiled. And it wasn’t even creepy! BE PROUD OF ME!
“So, where do you want to go first?” James asked me as we got closer to Hogsmeade.
I shrugged. “I don’t really mind. Anything – except Puddifoot’s – is fine.”
He grinned. “Madame Puddifoot’s is actually rather nice.”
I raised my eyebrows at him. “It looks like someone threw up a pink explosion in there.”
He laughed. “Couldn’t agree with you more. I do like their cinnamon buns, though.”
“Don’t ever tell that to a sane person. They might run away screaming.”
“I don’t see you running or screaming.”
“Do you want me to? Because I’m just about ready to do just that.”
“Would you stay if I told you that it was a dare from Sirius?”
I grinned. “Probably.”
“Then it was.”
“Sure it was.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, and I grinned.
“So, Three Broomsticks?” He asked.
“Sure,” I replied easily. “And maybe Flourish and Blotts?”
I gave him a pleading look, but apparently it wasn’t needed because he nodded eagerly. “Definitely. Also Honeydukes.”
“Okay! And Zonko’s.” I added.
He looked absolutely dumbfounded as he gaped at me. “Zonko’s?” He repeated blankly. “You, Lily Evans, Head Girl, want to go into Zonko’s, the joke shop?”
“Uh, yeah. Don’t you, James Potter, Head Boy also want to go?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. “I mean, I was under the impression that you liked that shop, but maybe I was –”
“But – but – you’re Lily Evans!” He spluttered. I looked at him.
“You are a beacon of truth in the sea of ignorance, James.” I deadpanned.
“Lily Evans does NOT go into joke shops!” He continued, eyes wide.
I grinned mischievously at him. “I bet to differ. Lily Evans loves joke shops.”
“But – but – what?”
“Remember that year when the Marauders’ hair turned miraculously pink? And your clothes? And your broomsticks? And your Quidditch robes?”
“And pretty much anything else that we owned? And it didn’t go away for a whole freaking month?” James added, scowling.
“Yeah, that was me.” I said. His mouth dropped open.
“You pranked the Marauders.” He breathed, looking awed. “And you got away with it.”
I smirked. “No one suspects goody-goody Lily Evans.”
“Whoa.” James shook his head a couple of times, looking shocked. “I make them good girls go bad.”
I continued to smirk, cocking an eyebrow. “Who said I was a good girl?”
His mouth dropped open some more at my expression, which I am praying was alluring and sexy. Though with my luck, I probably just managed to look constipated.
“I think I’m in love.” He choked out in a dazed voice.
I grinned. “Well, I hope it’s with me, otherwise this date would be pretty pointless.”
He just nodded, continuing to look deeply awed.
“So, we’re going to Zonko’s, right?” I asked airily.
“Uh, yeah, sure. Just…you know, be careful so no one sees us…” He said.
I grinned at him. “We’ll be sneaky.”
He nodded in a bewildered sort of way. “Yeah.”
“Really, James.” I laughed, tugging on his arm a little to snap him out of it. “It’s not that big of a deal!”
“Are you kidding?” His shocked eyes moved to my face. “My world has gone utterly crazy! I’m just waiting for something bad to happen. Oi, Zeus! HERE I AM! JUST HIT ME NOW!” He yelled at the sky, spreading out his hands. His fingers were still intertwined with mine.
I laughed again and pulled on his arm. “Come on, James.”
“We’re going to Zonko’s?” He asked.
“I was thinking Flourish and Blott’s first, and then Honeydukes, and then Zonko’s.” I said, biting my lip. “Is that okay with you?”
“Sure. How about we go to the Three Broomsticks first, though?”
“Okay.” I agreed, letting him pull me into the busy bar. I spotted Alice, Marlene, Remus and Sirius sitting at one of the tables, staring very intently at us, and I groaned.
“What?” James asked.
“Our best friends decided to spy on us – don’t look.” I hissed at him as his head started turning.
He raised an eyebrow at me. “How about we pull a little prank?”
I grinned. “I’m always up for those.”
“So, would you like to yell at me, or should I start?” He asked briskly. A devious smirk unfurled over my face.
“I have a better idea.”
His eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “Oh?”
I continued to smirk. “Mmm-hmm. Come on.” I pulled him to a secluded table, which, oddly enough, was in perfect view of our friends (coincidence? I think not) and slid into the booth, pulling James down with me on my side before he went to sit across from me.
“What are we doing?” He hissed at me, throwing a discreet look over at them.
“Pretending that we’ve been dating all along.” I said. “It’ll make them so mad.”
James stared at me for a full minute, his eyes bright and soft and full of happiness.
“I might just have to kiss you for being such an evil genius, Ms. Evans.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I’m not stopping you.”
And, oh my god, it was amazing. His lips are soft and perfect and so gentle and sweet. I think I might have just died sitting there. I definitely melted right to the floor because I was just…in heaven.
Funnily enough, we ended up not going anywhere else. Oh, no, I was perfectly content sitting in the corner of Three Broomsticks and snogging James Potter within an inch of his life.
Our friends were sufficiently pissed. It was pretty funny.
Oh, and by the way, I have a boyfriend.
That’s right. Prude Queen, Bookworm, Gryffindor Princess Lily Evans is dating Hottest Guy in School, Quidditch Star, Gryffindor Bad-Boy James Potter.
And, you know what? I’m happy. So suck it, fangirls. He chose ME. He’s MINE.
“Rose? ROSE! ROSE!!” Malfoy’s distant voice echoed through the forest.
I sniffed and wiped under my nose as I curled into a tighter ball, squeezing myself into the small tree house. My dad had built it with no magic (though he did use a lot of colorful swearwords), and even though it was small, rickety, and probably not safe for humans – or any creature for that matter – I loved it. Since my other hiding spots had already been found out, I figured it was time to come here again.
Sometimes you have to run away just to see who will come after you.
Oddly enough, it was Malfoy who had braved the forest for a good three hours. He hadn’t even bothered to get anyone else. It was just him, by himself, looking for me.
I didn’t think he cared that much.
“Rose.” I whipped my head up and saw that Malfoy had managed to stealthily climb up the tree while I was staring off into space.
What is with that kid and his freakish climbing skills? And his Rose-finding abilities? I wouldn’t be surprised if he had some sort of a tracking system. In fact, I think I might be disappointed in his stalking expertise if he didn’t.
“Go away. Please.” I added, turning my head away.
“Please, Malfoy. I don’t want to play anymore.” My voice sounds pitiful. This is embarrassing.
“I’m not playing a game, Rose. I don’t know who got that ridiculous crap in your head, but this is not a game to me.” His voice was firm and slightly angry.
I looked up at him. “I don’t believe you.”
He took my hand and helped me down to the ground. I went without much protest, since that wood was really starting to hurt my butt anyway.
“How do you want me to prove it, Rose?” He asked sadly, looking defeated as I wriggled my hand out of his hold right when I touched the ground. “It’s never been a game for me.”
“Of course it has. Why else would you like me?” I asked bitterly.
“Why would I – Merlin, Rose, why wouldn’t I like you?” He asked incredulously. “You’re smart, beautiful, funny, compassionate…you’re absolutely perfect. And I understand if you wouldn’t want to date someone like me, but I really want you to just give me a chance, Rose.” His big silver eyes were wide and persuasive. I stared at them, surprised that they weren’t gray like I thought, but, in fact, a deep silvery color with swirls of blue mixed in.
“Malfoy, that’s not me.” I sighed, shaking my head. “You’ve created this perfect image of someone in your head and just fit me into it.”
He looked frustrated. “When I said perfect, I didn’t mean perfect in general. I meant perfect for me. Because, well, face it, no one’s perfect, not even you.”
“Of course I’m not!” I said hotly. “I –”
“You’ve got a horrible temper.” He cut across, smiling. “You hate peas, and you despise anything with eggs in it, because your cousin once told you they were chicken period, and you’ve never been able to get that out of your head. You’re nosy, you like stealing diaries to find things out, and you spend way too much time reading. You cry really easily, and you are extremely violent when pissed off. You say and do the most awkward things sometimes; your friends adore you, but even they tell you that you’re embarrassing to be around at times. You can’t act to save your life, and yet you’re still somehow a fantastic liar. You eat chocolate like there’s no tomorrow when you’re upset, and sometimes you get a zit on your face that won’t pop for days.”
I scowled. “Thanks, Malfoy.”
Way to woo a woman by listing her endless faults.
“But.” He continued, his voice tender. His silver eyes melted as they looked at me. “You’re beautiful, inside and out. You can make the best of any situation, and you’re always there to help out when someone needs you. You’re fiercely loyal, and you would give up the world to make someone you love happy again. Your laugh is infectious and your smile can make the world shine brighter.” He took a step closer, and this time, I let him.
“You smile at the sky when it’s nice outside, and your hair looks like fire in the sun. You cry for other people more than you cry for yourself – you’re compassionate. You’re always giving up what you want so someone else can have it. You’re selfless. You dance when it rains and you can spend hours outside, looking at the stars. Your eyes say a million words and sometimes, when you smile, I can’t breathe.”
I can’t breathe right now.
“I don’t like some made-up Rose in my mind. I like you. And I like you for just who you are.” His hand timidly touched my cheek. I stared, eyes wide, lips slightly parted.
Can someone please explain to me what the fuck just happened here? All of a sudden, Malfoy’s romantic. And not only romantic, he’s sweet.
He’s just like James Potter. He’s been just like James Potter, all along.
Crap, he’s just like James Potter. In every aspect.
Did you know I’m in love with James Potter?
And if James Potter is just like Scorpius Malfoy, then…
I’m in love with Scorpius Malfoy. And I didn’t even realize it.
“You actually like me.” I got out in a wondering tone. I mentally slapped myself. Way to go, Rose! How clever of you! You should be the new Captain Obvious!
“I did.” He admitted. “I used to like you.”
Something inside me seemed to fall right through my stomach.
“Huh?” I managed.
Typical, really. Just when I realize I like the bloke – hell, I might possibly be in love with him – he decides he doesn’t like me anymore.
It should be the story of my freaking life.
“I used to like you, up until a couple of months ago.” He said.
“Why’d you stop?” I whispered.
“Remember that day, when it was raining like crazy?” He asked softly. I nodded. “Everyone else was sprinting towards the castle so that they wouldn’t have to get wet. Your friend Marisa had an umbrella, and both of you were huddled under it. And then, all of a sudden, you gave your bag to her and stepped out from under the umbrella. She ran inside, but you took off your shoes, spread your arms out, and put your face up to the sky.”
I like dancing in the rain, okay? Shut up. Don’t judge me.
“And…you smiled. You enjoy the rain. You love it. Everyone else always believes that rain is sad or whatever, but you’re…you’re different. You see beauty in things that other people fail to notice.”
His voice held wonder.
“And that day, I stood outside and I got completely soaked, but I just could not stop watching you as you danced in the rain. It was possibly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. And that’s when I realized that I didn’t just like you, Rose. I’m in love with you.”
He looked helplessly at me, his silver eyes wide and earnest. “And sometimes, I really wonder if it’s worth trying so hard. I just can’t help it, Rose. I get mad at myself, promise that I’ll stop chasing after what I know I can’t have. But then you do something just so you and I’m breathless all over again. Truth is, I love everything about you.”
A warm, fuzzy kind of feeling spread through me. Thunder clapped from somewhere above me, and immediately, rain poured down through the trees. It soaked through my hair and clothes almost right away, and I relished the cool, gentle feeling of the water.
“It’s raining.” I whispered.
Someone needs to slap me across the face. Or at least nominate me for the new Captain Obvious. Clearly, I am perfect for the job.
“I know.” He murmured back. Then he took my face between his hands and kissed me.
And, you know what? I didn’t stop him. I kissed him back.
And I liked it.
So there you have it. I guess I am exactly like Lily Evans. We both adore reading, we both have serious commitment issues, and we both spent six years of our lives denying any type of attraction for our annoying prats, who just didn’t understand the concept of ‘no.’ But we both ended up falling in love with our prats in the end anyway, since they miraculously turned out to be our Prince Charming in disguise.
And I don’t think I would have it any other way.
“I like the way your hair falls in your face
You’ve got the keys to me, I love each freckle on your face
Oh, I’ve never been so wrapped up, honey
I like the way you’re everything I ever wanted.”
-Jump then Fall, Taylor Swift