teen wolf

“I suppose so.” Lily answered with suspicion.

“Good, remember that when I ask this favour.”

“Right. I should’ve guessed.”

“Listen, this is important.” His voice had gotten a panicked, metallic note to it.

“Whats wrong?”

“I.. I got asked out by Susan Prewitt.” James lowered his voice, and glanced at Susan on the other side of the room. Lily tried not to laugh at his solemn face and nervous hand gestures.

“And I told her I couldn’t, because I was seeing someone and we’re serious.”

“You’re not seeing anyone though.”

“See my problem?”

“And oh, what a problem it is.”

“Exactly, but that’s not all.”

“Continue.”

“So, I told her no, I couldn’t  go out with her because  I was in a relationship, and she asked who, and I said-”

“No you didn’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

“JAMES POTTER”

“Sorry” James winced before continuing,

“And I know this is all very Fourth Year of me, but I just didn’t want to hurt the poor girls feelings.”

“I think Susan can handle it.”

“Not the point, so I told her we were together, and then, she, well, she just kept asking me out anyway.”

“She WHAT?” Lily sat up in the chair and shot a glare in Susan Prewitts direction.

“She wouldn’t stop asking.”

“But WE’RE together!”

“I know!”

“The nerve of some people!“ 

“Thats what I thought too, and I told her no, of course, and that I was bloody happy being in a relationship with Lily Evans-”

“Damn right!” Both Lily and James had apparently momentarily forgotten they were not, in fact, actually in a relationship.

“But she kept it up, and I was just wondering” James ran a hand through his hair, and sighed.

“If you might pretend, just for a little while-” He was cut off by a grinning Lily,

“Sure.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Lily shrugged.

“Why not? I finished charms. It’ll be fun.”

“Grand.” James smiled at her and  Lily stood up.

“Potter?”

“Yeah?”

“Hold my hand?” He wrapped his hand around hers and looked at his feet for a minute, grinning, before remembering to talk again.

“But of course, anything for you, my lovely faux girlfriend.”

“You know, hypothetically, if I were to be in a long term realationship, I would expect my suitor to take me on trips to the kitchens.”

“Did you just use the word suitor? How very Fifteenth Century of you. ”

“Don’t tease me, we’re in love.“ 

“I can still tease you if were in love.” James said, and  blushed a red that stood out against his black hair. Lily didn’t notice.

“I suppose you’re right, Alright then, your hair is dumb and-”

when i’m lonenly, which is translated to most of the time, i make them; green, yellow, pink, blue, white, purple.

and, believe me, it’s kind of a relief to make them. not only for the colors and cute shape, but also for the fact that the time i spend makin them i am entertained and don’t have to think about my loneliness anymore.

i learnt how to make them like two months ago, by the way. and i have made over 300. 

This is for everyone. Guys, girls, both, neither, and more.

When you’re upset, make a star. When you’re stressed, make a star. I make them in school when the teacher yells at our class for being lazy or dumb. I make them at home when I’m in my room, wishing someone would notice my feelings and give me comfort. I’ve always made them with whatever I had around, and write a number on each and every one because its therapeutic. I can see how far I’ve come and how many times I haven’t given up.

Right now I’m at around four-hundred and seventy, and it really puts everything into a perspective.

Thats four hundred and seventy times that I could’ve given up. I’ve gotten pretty close on some of them - scarily close, but every one of those stars is a reminder to keep pushing forward, because I wake up every day and on my dresser is a box full of stars, and when I’m happy I think of how far I’ve come.

I think this idea should be passed around as much as possible. Its calming and distracting from and panic I feel. It gives me something methodical to do: Fold here. Fold there. Crease that line. There you go, Create. Produce. Make something solid and focus on it. Make another if you need to. Write a number. Fill up the jar, box, drawer.

And when you’re breaking and feel everything crashing down, you can look at your stars and think: