Hi! This is my first Jily story, so I'm really scared. Yes. I am. Read and review!
Summary: When Lily was young, her parents had written out a list, titled "Boyfriend Requirements". In this list, they wrote up the essentials their boyfriend must have, and good things that are an extra. For spring break, Lily Evans invited her boyfriend, James Potter to stay over for the week. Her sister also invited her fiancé to stay for the week. Watch the sister rivalry begin.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Happy reading!
PROLOGUE
"What is that? What is that?" Seven-year-old Lily Evans crawled up on the chair, trying to catch a better glimpse of the paper that was hanging from a magnet on the fridge. Her short arms tried to grab at the paper, but all her attempts failed.
"Here, let me do it." Her nine-year-old sister, Petunia Evans reached up and snatched the paper from its place on the fridge. She set the paper down onto the table.
Immediately, Lily scrambled onto the table, trying to read the paper with her newfound reading skills.
"B-b-boyf-fri-frie-"
"Boyfriend Requirements." Petunia easily read the title on the top, a tone of smugness in her voice that she could read while her sister cannot.
"Ew! But boys have cooties!" The small redhead went running to her parents, clasping her left hand in her father's right, and her right in her mother's left, and dragged them to the paper lying on the mahogany table. "Mommy, daddy, what's this?" Her childish curiosity got the better of her, her bright green eyes trying to read the jumbling letters in front of her.
"It's a list your father and I wrote." Her mother's kind, soothing voice explained, setting both daughters on one leg each. "How about I read it to you?"
Boyfriend Requirements
The essentials he must be:
1) He must be intelligent. He must have absolutely astounding grades.
2) He must be able to support a family.
3) He must love you with all his heart.
(Written by Mrs. Evans)
Now, here are some thing that would be good in your boyfriend:
1) He's a handsome bloke.
2) He has some interest in sports.
3) He plays a sport very well, and has good body structure.
4) He's a charming bloke.
5) He can be rich, too.
6) If he ever proposes, he gives you a huge diamond.
7) He isn't a horny teenager.
(Written by Mr. Evans)
Really, he only needs to meet the first three.
But it would be nice if he met all ten, you have to say.
Shut it.
-End of List-
"EEEEWWWW!" Lily's high pitched, disgusted voice rang through the dining room they currently resided in. "B-but, mommy! Daddy! Boys have cooties! They're disGUSTING!"
"Honestly, Lily. Dad's a boy, too." Petunia told her.
"But daddy doesn't count! He's DAD!"
"Anyways, I think I'll be able to get a better boyfriend than you."
"I won't even GET a boyfriend, so IT DOESN'T MATTER!"
"You will someday."
"Won't!"
"Will too!"
"Won't!"
"Will too!"
"Won't!"
"You're just scared you'll get a worse boyfriend," Petunia challenged her younger sister.
"Girls," Their mother tried to intervene here, "There is no such thing as a better boyfriend."
"But still," Petunia said, "Mine will reach more expectations, then."
"Mine's will."
"No, mine's will."
"NO, MINE'S WILL."
"I bet that my boyfriend would reach more expectations."
"I bet that MY boyfriend would reach more expectations."
"Fine, let's see who wins."
"Okie-dokie."
Her mom sighed, "Girls, let's just forget about this, okay? Do you want ice cream?"
"Yes, mommy! Ice cream!"
Lily immediately forgot the whole list, eagerly waiting for ice cream.
The list was put into her dad's desk drawer, sitting at the very bottom as the years went by.
Days turned into nights and nights turned into days, a never-ending cycle that continued its course. Fall turned into winter, which turned spring, which turned into summer, repeating the cycle over and over again.
Soon, a thick layer of dust covered the fading yellow paper. And still, it lay there, until one day, Mr. Evans opened up his drawers to do that clean his wife was pleading him to do.
At the very bottom of the desk, he found that very sheet of paper, its wrinkles as if greeting him in pleasure. He took it, smoothing out all the creases in the list. He read it, grinning at the memories and took it out into that dining room, grabbed a magnet, and pasted it to the fridge.
His wife first saw it, also grinning as he did, shaking her head as she read through it another time.
Quietly, they waited as seventeen-year-old Lily and nineteen-year-old Petunia came down the stairs, respectively.
Lily came down the stairs with black bags under her eyes and went straight to the fridge, opening the door and grabbing some orange juice and a yogurt. She completely missed the list hanging on the door, even as it rattled as she shut the door.
It wasn't until Petunia came down, that she noticed it. Her blue eyes scanned the list, and then started to pay closer attention as she reread the list. Her fingers immediately twisted the engagement ring on her ring finger, encircling the intricate piece of silver.
"You still have this?" Her astounded voice rang out, her blue eyes never leaving the old, faded piece of paper.
"What?" Lily asked through her mouth stuffed with her breakfast, getting up to look.
"Ew, don't talk with your mouth full." Petunia ordered with a preceding voice, her face disgusted.
"I can do whatever I want to." A sharp retort came back, an argument starting to rise, but never happened because Lily was scanning the page.
Lily was shocked, too.
"I almost forgot about this," She stated, turning to her parents. "That day is such a vague memory."
"Well, I have a fiancée now," Petunia interrupted, bringing the topic to herself, "And he meets the expectations."
"By just barely," Lily muttered under her breath, but Petunia caught it.
"Well, at least I got a fiancée." Petunia retorted, "Some people can't even get a boyfriend."
Lily snorted. "Oh trust me, I'd rather be lonely forever than be married to the whale that proposed to you."
"Lily!"
"Sorry," Lily apologized, though she didn't sound sorry at all.
An awkward silence filled the space around them, creating a strong tension.
Then, in the window, they could faintly see an owl flying towards them.
"My letter!" Lily scrambled to the window, almost ripping the papers out of the owl's grasp. Excitedly, she ripped at the wrapping, eagerly pulling out the package. After tearing it apart, a shiny badge fell out of the package.
Quickly, she skimmed the first page of the envelope, then promptly began screaming and jumping up and down.
"I GOT HEAD GIRL! I GOT HEAD GIRL!" She screamed over and over again, the words becoming a mantra that hurt Petunia's head.
While the youngest daughter and the parents celebrated, Petunia stayed at the far corner at the dining room, trying to escape all the celebrating.
She sulked all the way up until her dear sister left for her freakish school.
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