Follow (Me)
We walk away, not because we don't care,
But to find out who cares enough to follow.
"Lily," James said softly. She turned to face him on the couch in the Heads' room. The fireplace cracked in the air that grew colder every night. "Will you go out with me?"
Lily shook her head. They had just begun really getting along this year, why would he want to ruin it? "No, James. We can't," she said. She stood up, intending to go to her room, but found James' hand pulling on her right one. The force pulled her back onto the couch. She looked at him expectantly, a little agitated.
"Why are you so afraid to give me a chance? You're afraid that I could actually be good for you," James said with a certain level of determination in his voice that dared her to say that he was wrong.
Lily looked at him. He wasn't ugly in the slightest. He looked so serious in the firelight, his eyes locked on hers. He was a good person, but would he be good for her?
She would try. She was sick of testing people.
"Ok," she said.
"Ok?" James asked.
"Ok," she repeated with a small smile.
James smiled at this and gave her a small kiss.