'Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I would really like a date,

How about you?'

Lily scowled at the pathetic excuse of a poem. She crumbled up the paper and tossed it over her shoulder, hitting James Potter in the process. She couldn't believe how much of an insufferable prat one boy could be. But, with James, you never know what to expect.

"Strike one," James's best mate, Sirius, snorted. So much for being friends, James thought.



Lily took one look at the newspaper her owl brought her and tossed it. Honestly, who would want to go on a date with him? I would, she thought. Oh shut up! Stupid hormones.

Before walking away, she took out her wand and set the paper on fire. James frowned as he watched his precious Lily pad walk away. What was he doing wrong?

His friends were trying to hide their snickers by putting their fists in their mouth. It failed. "Strike two," Peter said. Yeah, well, I never liked you anyway.

Lily looked around her, and was happy to not see Potter anywhere. He had been annoying her since first year and she was sick of it. No you aren't, a voice in her head said. Nobody asked you!

It was Saturday. There was a Quiditch game today. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. She thought she finally got away from him, but she was terribly wrong. Up above her, James was flying on his broomstick, a large banner trailing behind him. It read:


"No!" Lily shouted and then walked away. JUST SAY YES, YOU IDIOT!

"Strike three, and you're out," Remus said, a grin on his face.

"Shut up," James groaned

Later in the Common Room...

Lily sat by the fire attempting to do her DADA homework. Except, she couldn't. She felt...empty. As if a part of her had been ripped out. And that's when she knew it: James had given up on her. It's what she wanted for years, but it felt bad. In fact, it, for lack of a better word, sucked.

She looked over to the other side of the room and saw James sitting there. He looked depressed and Lily couldn't fight the urge to comfort him. She turned towards her homework and ripped off a piece of parchment, quickly writing a note on it. Slowly, she rose and walked over to her. He looked up as she approached with a look of hurt and longing.

"James, can we talk?" She asked hesitantly.

"Haven't you caused enough trouble, Evans?" She winced. He had never spoken to her in such a harsh tone, nor has he ever used her surname.

"I thought you'd react like that, so" she thrust the note in his hands. "here." Before she left, she leaned down and gave him a small peck on the lips before going up to her dormitory.

I'm sorry I was too stubborn and prideful to say yes.

But I'd rather have you in my life than out of it.